Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,26

of the joint and pass it to him. “It was better than staying and fighting with her.”

He talks as he holds the smoke in. “What happened?”

I toss back more liquor and run my hand through my hair. “She said she’s going back to California tomorrow and we’ll figure shit out,” I say, glancing over at him.

“You guys need to sit down and talk it all through, alone. Invite her over, Harper will bring her. We’ll give you guys some time to talk. I mean shit, that was a fucking bomb I didn’t expect.” He grabs my shoulder, squeezing it. “How do you feel about it?”

I push off the counter and pace the kitchen with my hands behind my neck. “I have no fucking idea. She didn’t even say what she wanted to do. I guess she wants to keep it.”

“Is that what you want?” he quietly asks.

I stop pacing and lean my arm back onto the counter across from Zane. I blow out a breath as my stomach tightens. “I never thought I’d have a kid and I sure as fuck didn’t think I’d knock up someone on accident. But if you’re asking will I turn my back on them, fuck no. That’s my kid, my fucking flesh and blood. I will die before I let something happen to him.”

A huge smile spreads across his face as he steps toward me. He grabs me and we have a quick hug. “Congratulations, brother. I can’t believe you’re gonna be a father,” he says, shaking his head with a smile.

“Fuck, me either,” I sigh.

He pours us both a drink, handing me a glass. “The next generation of Souls,” he says, lifting his glass.

The words hit me like a fucking truck, putting so many things into prospective. “Call Harper, have her bring Ivy here. We need to talk.”

I go into the living room and sit down on the leather couch. A kid is going to change everything. I’m not sure how to handle everything I’m feeling right now. I’m pissed, excited, confused, and scared. I think scared is the one I’m feeling most. Maybe because we haven’t talked, and I don’t know what she’s thinking or maybe because I fear all the bad shit that can happen. I can’t protect them in California and in a matter of seconds, they both became my number one priority. She needs to know that she needs to understand before she tells me she’s taking off.

“Harper and Ivy are on their way. I told her I’ll meet her outside. You handle your business and if you need to talk, give me a shout,” Z says, lighting a smoke.

“Thanks, brother.”

“You should talk to her, Kace. Tell her everything,” he says, sitting down next to me.

I lift my brown eyes to his and grin. “Stop being a fucking chick. Feelings don’t need to be bled all over constantly. I know how to talk to another person.”

“Maybe shit could work out with you guys now, ya know,” he says, lifting his shoulders.

“Do you need a fucking tampon? Christ, stop already.” I stand up and grab my cigarettes out of the kitchen. “And smoke that shit outside. Ivy will be here, and my kid won’t be breathing in that fucking poison,” I say, walking out the front door.

Zane comes out after me and leans against the side of the house. “You’re gonna be a fucking great dad.”

I can’t even wrap my head around the idea, so I just nod, finishing my cigarette. My father was one of the best people on earth. He busted his ass to make sure that my mom and I had food on the table. He was fearless, funny, and loving. He taught me how to ride a bike, drive a car, and most importantly how to respect women. The irony could almost make me laugh.

“Stop over thinking shit. You aren’t him,” Zane says.

“Z, there are some things I might question in life, but that will never fucking be one. This has nothing to do with that. Don’t fucking bring it up again,” I growl.

He holds his hands up as headlights flash across the door. “Call if you need me,” he says, walking away. Sometimes I hate that he knows so much about me. It’s frustrating, especially when he starts acting like a chick with too many feelings.

I watch Ivy get out of the car and rush down to meet her. She gets to the small walkway when I do and I place my hand on the