Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,60
for.” She rubbed some circles over her growing belly. “I’ll take it, though, because this one is definitely a miracle.”
She and my dad tried for over a decade to have kids, and as they lost hope it wouldn’t happen for them, along came my brother, Roman, who’d recently turned ten. I couldn’t image having one, let alone another with such a huge age gap. Having to start all over after so long would not be something I’d be happy about. Then again, I didn’t want any children, so my take on their turn of events wasn’t even relevant.
“When are you going to have one?” she asked out of the blue. Okay, perhaps her question hadn’t come from left field so much as a slide in from the left. She’d asked me this question before, multiple times to be exact, and I gave her the same response as I had every other time.
“Not in the plans for me. I’m happy with my life the way it is.”
Braylen reached across the table and placed her hand gently on top of mine, squeezing lightly to make sure she had my undivided attention.
“I’d hate for you to get to the point where if you change your mind, it’ll be too late. I’d never want you to go through the struggles I did.”
“But you’ve always wanted kids.”
“Not always. Not until I met your dad. And even then, in the beginning I wasn’t sure, but when I met you…” Her eyes glassed over, and it took everything in me not to well up right along with her. “I saw how great he was with you and how much joy you brought to his life, to our life. I wanted to share a connection of our own like that with him.” Her hand continued to caress her belly. Her emotions receded and she flashed me a sympathetic grin. “I don’t want you to look back one day and have regrets.”
The lip of the mug rested against my lips. “I’ll take my chances.” She took the hint and didn’t say another word about it, craning her neck, releasing a small groan when she straightened her posture. “Are you okay?”
A smile replaced her quick grimace. “Yeah. Still getting used to this again after so many years.” She rose from the table. “Come on. I’ll show you what I’ve been doing in the spare room before we eat. It’s now the nursery. Your father wasn’t too pleased he had to move his gym out to the garage, but that’s what happens when you have sex as much as we do. Gotta make some changes now that there’s a new one on the way.” She mumbled on and on as I followed her upstairs, and I let her ramble. I didn’t want to hear anything about them having sex, but I was soon lost again to thoughts of Brick that I was luckily able to tune her out.
And because I wasn’t paying attention, I bumped into the back of her, surprised I hadn’t bowled her over. “Sorry.”
“Lost in your own world, aren’t you?” Her eyes roamed over me. “Did I tell you how fabulous that dress looks on you?”
“You’d be the only one to think so,” I said without thinking. I didn’t want to bring up the argument that ensued after I walked out of Brick’s house wearing this thing, especially since he apologized for his comment.
“Let me guess.” She tapped her finger against her pursed lips in mock concentration. “Brick had a problem with it.”
My eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“Because he’s a man and you’re a beautiful woman who can wear a paper bag and look amazing, let alone a dress that shows off your legs.”
The sandals I wore, which I’d subsequently kicked off as soon as I walked through the front door earlier, made my legs look that much longer. And while Brick’s reaction to my outfit wasn’t warranted, making it seem like I hardly had any material covering my body, this dress was shorter and snugger at the chest than I typically wore. And I knew it would be the perfect choice to prove my point—that I’d wear whatever I wanted no matter how much he seemed to disapprove.
“I told him I wouldn’t put up with him making comments or trying to assert himself over stuff like that.”
“Good. Keep doing that because these men can be pigheaded, stubborn beyond belief. It took me years to wear down your father.” She laughed. “He still gives me a hard