Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,25
into the kitchen. He comes back with a beer for both of us and I take it, downing half of it. “So, it could be your kid?”
I shake my head, wishing I had my lip ring in to chew on. “Fuck Zane, I have no idea. I mean I guess, but we used a condom.” I look up at him and run my hand through my hair. “I’m always fucking careful.”
“I know that,” he says, sitting down. “Are you pissed cause it might not be yours?”
My eyes snap to his and as much as the question infuriates me, I honestly don’t know if it’s because she could be pregnant with my kid or someone else’s. “I honestly don’t know. I should go check on her,” I say, finishing off my beer.
“Maybe give them a little longer,” Z, suggests.
I give a hollow laugh and cross my arms. “She came back here, she’s not gonna hide.”
I don’t let him say anything else, I walk away and down the hall. I’m not ready for bullshit drama of who’s the baby daddy. I know damn well she wasn’t with anyone for a while before me because she was tight, but I have no idea who she’s been with since. I reach the bathroom door and close my eyes. Just talk to her, find out the truth.
I knock on the door and Harper opens it. “Hey,” she says, squeezing past me.
The door swings open wider and I see Ivy sitting on the toilet sipping water. Her head slowly lifts as she blows out a breath. Now that I’m looking at her, I notice how much she’s changed. Her hair is lighter, she looks to have a little tan, and crazy as it is her body looks more fit. California has been good to her. As I take her in, my pulse races.
I clear my throat and step into the bathroom. “Are you alright?” I ask.
“I’m sick all the time, so no I’m not alright. I feel like death and I’m an emotional mess,” she says as tears run down her face.
“You’re pregnant?” I know she said it, but I need her to tell me. To explain it all.
She puts down her water and wipes her eyes with the tissue I didn’t even see in her other hand. She peeks up at me, her hair falling into her eyes. “Yes Kace, I’m pregnant.”
“Who’s the father?” I ask, folding my arms as my heart squeezes in my chest.
The hurt in her face tells me all I need to know. Fuck. “You are. Why the fuck would I come here if it wasn’t yours?”
“Hey, don’t get pissed at me. You’ve been gone for months, I don’t know who you’ve fucked since me,” I hiss.
She stands up, stepping close to me, leaning her head back to look up at me. “You’re the only person I’ve fucked.”
I search her angry brown eyes and slowly my gaze drops to her flat stomach. She’s pregnant with my kid. I can’t take my eyes away from her stomach as I speak. “How far along are you?”
“We were together almost three months ago, so that far along. I just found out, I have a doctor’s appointment next week,” she says.
“I’ll go with you,” I say, still fixated on her stomach.
“My doctor is in California,” she says.
I jerk my head up to look at her. Anger rushes through me as I search her eyes. “You aren’t going back to California,” I growl.
She laughs, shaking her head. “I came to tell you I’m pregnant. I’m leaving tomorrow. We’ll figure things out, we have months.”
Unable to deal with her, I do what I do best and leave. I don’t stop when Zane and Harper are calling after me. I don’t answer my phone while it buzzes in my pocket the entire way home. Once inside I roll a joint and look through the cabinet for a bottle of Jack Daniels. As I pour myself a glass, I light the joint, hoping it will relax me. After taking a long drag, I hold it in as long as possible before blowing out the smoke. I cough a bit, but quickly stop when I toss back some whiskey. I lean against the old counter, hanging my head.
I don’t get time to even think when a loud knock has me lifting my head. Zane walks in, leaning on the counter next to me. He lifts his eyebrow as he crosses his arms. “What the hell was that?”