Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,125

when I had strep throat a few months ago?”

“Yeah,” he answered, a touch of trepidation weaved into his deep voice.

“It turns out that taking antibiotics can interfere with the effectiveness of the pill.”

“Okayyyy.” The crease between his brows deepened and I could see the cogs of his mind winding up. “What does that mean?” I didn’t say anything else at first, believing that if he spoke the words, it might be easier for both of us to accept. Asinine, I realized, but I continued to stretch the silence until he finally broke it. “Are you sayin’ what I think you are?” My head bobbed up and down. “You’re pregnant?” Another nod. He finally stepped back, clasping his hands on top of his head, his eyes moving from mine to my belly and back again.

“What are you thinking?” I finally asked, allowing the moment to sink in, for us both.

“I’m thinkin’… I don’t know what to think.” He cocked his head, his teeth working over his bottom lip in uncertainty. “How do you feel about this?”

“I’m still wrapping my head around it,” I replied honestly.

“You were adamant you didn’t want kids, though.”

“I know. But ever since…” My voice faltered briefly. “Everything has changed. Everything,” I echoed. “The way I view myself, the world, what I thought I wanted, needed. And yesterday, when my doctor told me I was in fact pregnant, I wasn’t afraid like I thought I’d be. I’m scared, of course, but I think I’m happy about it.” I only allowed two seconds to pass before I clarified, “Yeah, I’m happy.”

“Wow.” Brick’s heavy arms fell to his side.

“How are you feeling?” I took a step back to give him more room to breathe in the small space we occupied. My retreat wasn’t appreciated, his frown morphing from confusion to irritation.

Catching my hand, he tugged me closer until I collided with his chest. “I’m happy. Really happy, Zo.” His hand slid between our bodies and rested over my still flat stomach. I hoped he was still happy when I was big and fat and waddling around. “How far along are you?”

“Around ten weeks.” He looked upward toward the ceiling trying to do the math. “October,” I blurted. “That’s when she’ll be due.”

“She? You already know it’s a girl?”

“No, not officially but I have a feeling.”

“Well, I hope that feeling is wrong because I don’t think I can deal with having a daughter. I see the way Ryder was with you and how Stone is with Riley. I might be worse.”

“Worse than Stone?” I laughed at the thought. I didn’t think anyone was more overboard protective than him.

“Maybe.” A soft laugh popped out of Brick’s delectable mouth. “You know this baby is gonna need a sibling, right.” How the hell was he even thinking about another baby before I even started to show with this one?

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Let’s get through this pregnancy first, okay?” My shock at his statement seeped out and weaved through each word of my response.

“Deal.”

If anyone would’ve told me a year ago I’d be happy about an unexpected pregnancy, I would’ve told them they were crazy. But here we are, my elation about starting a family with the undeniably sexy and loving man in front of me increasing every second we stayed locked in each other’s gazes.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Zoe the entire time she was getting ready, and I especially didn’t want to stop staring while she stood there in her black lace underwear, my cock stirring to life before I could talk him down. We didn’t have time for a quick romp because we were already running late.

“Maybe we should keep this to ourselves for now. I don’t want to steal anyone’s thunder.” She finished curling her hair, the thick strands falling over her shoulders. My fingers twitched with the need to grip them tight and hold her in place while I had my way with her.

“From a baby?” I asked, knowing damn well Silas wouldn’t mind us sharing our news. We’d be talking about his niece or nephew, after all, not that he would have any clue as he was only a year old today.

He was born a couple weeks premature but was healthy. Ryder was ecstatic he had another son. He told me he would’ve gone to an early grave for sure if he had to raise another daughter. I laughed, only now fully understanding the impact of his worry now that there was a