crib in a spare bedroom.
Hawk had already pulled out the bed he’d had in there and moved it to a storage building somewhere on the property. It wasn’t his personal one, but something the entire club used. Freya was quiet for the moment, sleeping in her carrier. I’d unhooked it from the base, and it was currently on the living room floor near the couch. I hadn’t set Cuddles free since Viking and Hawk had been in and out, bringing in my things. He’d chittered at me from his kennel, but seemed to be sleeping now too.
“Must be nice,” I muttered, rubbing at my eyes, then massaging my temples.
I heard a curse come from Freya’s new room and stood, stretching. As long as she was secured in her seat, and Cuddles was locked in his carrier, I didn’t see why I couldn’t leave the room. I staggered my way to the nursery, rubbing at my back. The crib I’d had at home hadn’t passed Hawk’s inspection. He’d claimed it wasn’t sturdy enough and we’d left it behind, but he’d called ahead and asked one of his brothers to buy one before we got here. It had been in a box in the carport when we’d arrived.
They had the frame together, but seemed to struggle with the piece that held up the mattress, and hadn’t put in the storage drawer either. Hawk’s hair stood up in disarray, like he’d been running his hands through it. Viking seemed more amused than anything.
“Are the two of you playing nice?” I asked.
Viking winked at me. “Hawk is determined to do most of the work himself. I’m apparently in the way.”
“She’s my kid. I should be doing this,” Hawk said.
My heart warmed a little at his words. He’d reacted to having a baby far better than I’d thought. Other than being upset I’d kept the pregnancy from him, he seemed ready to jump in with both feet. If only I’d had the courage to seek him out sooner. He’d missed so much already, and I felt horrible about it.
“None of us have had dinner yet,” I said. “Aren’t the two of you hungry?”
Hawk froze and dropped the screwdriver. “Shit.”
Viking snickered. “Forget to feed your woman on her first night here?”
“Shut it, asshole,” Hawk said with a hint of a growl to his voice. He sounded downright savage when he did that. It should probably bother me that it turned me on. A lot.
“I can just order something. Pizza? Chinese?” I winced, remembering I couldn’t exactly order anything unless Hawk gave me money for it.
“That look right there,” Hawk said. “What just crossed your mind? Because I don’t like it.”
“I can’t pay for anything. I’m completely dependent on you, and I just volunteered to spend your money on Chinese, which I know isn’t the cheapest thing to order.”
Hawk came closer and tugged me into his arms. I clutched at his shirt, burying my face against his chest. “I’m not giving you an allowance like you’re a kid, Hayley. If you want to order food, get whatever the hell you want. We’ll go to the bank this week so I can add you to the account.”
“Hawk, you don’t have to do that.”
He tipped up my chin so I had no choice but to look at him. “Baby, you don’t have to do everything on your own anymore. I have more than enough money to take care of you and Freya. I want to. So no arguments.”
Before I could utter another word, he placed his lips on mine. The breath stalled in my lungs. I melted against him, transported back to our first night together. Hawk deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair. I clung to him, my body aching and wanting more. Why did I go up in flames with him and only him?
He drew back and released me. I swayed a moment, a little dizzy and feeling drugged from his kiss. He pulled his wallet from his jeans. He handed me his bank card and pressed a kiss to my forehead. The gesture was so sweet it made my eyes mist with tears. Great. I’d gone from throwing up to crying at the drop of a hat. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Chinese sounds good, if that’s what you want to order,” he said. “Okay with you, Viking?”
“Yep. I’m good with whatever. As long as you don’t feed me raw fish. I draw the line at sushi.”
I wrinkled my nose at the thought,