Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,48
honey?”
“It’s a possibility. I traveled through New Leans once.” I shook my head. “New Orleans.” See, I could totally talk right. It just took a couple of times to get it to come out right.
“Well, come on, voodoo. Let’s get your friend, and I can yell at Marco for not calling me the past three days.” Fayth pulled me off the stool and hooked her arm through mine.
“Even mob dudes get in trouble with their mamas, huh?” I hiccupped.
Fayth laughed. “Yup, they sure do.”
Frost moved to my other side. “Feeling okay?” he laughed.
“Royal is here, and I’m significantly titty.” My eyes fluttered. “Tipsy.”
“You’re both, darlin’,” Frost snickered.
“I do have an impressive rack, huh? I should put a milkshake in the yard and see what happens.”
Fayth’s step faltered. “Honey, I don’t think you are going to remember any of this when you wake up in the morning.”
Hopefully not. God knows no one needed to remember the next fifteen seconds, where I slurred my way through singing to Frost about my milkshake bringing all the boys to the yard.
We had only made it halfway through the door before it opened, and Royal stood there in all her beautiful glory.
“It’s my friend,” I announced.
Royal looked around and then up at Marco. “She got to drink. All I wanted was one glass of wine.”
Marco shook his head. “Not when you’re pregnant, doll.”
“Royal! You’re here and pregnant!” I shouted.
Royal closed the gap between us and wrapped me up in a hug.
“Oh, my sweet, Indiana. Who would have thought the next time we saw each other you would be drunk in a motorcycle club and I would be knocked up?” she sobbed.
“Not me,” I cried. “Oh, my God. I’ve missed you so much.”
I did. The past two years, I never took the time to actually stop and think about how much I loved having Royal around. I knew I needed to get out of Destin and away from Grit, but I never wanted to get away from Royal.
“Marco told me you managed to fall in love with a biker.” Royal hugged me tightly. “I knew you would find what you were looking for here.”
In love with a biker? I didn’t know if I could use the L word yet, but I did know Frost was shaping up to be just what I needed. There to always keep me safe, but trusting enough for me to make my own choices.
I mean, I was sloshed, and not once did he glare at me or make me feel like I was doing something wrong.
“I think this is where I belong,” I whispered loud enough only for Royal to hear me.
“Good, doll. That makes me happy.”
I pulled out of her hug and pointed at her stomach. “I’m gonna be an auntie, and you’re gonna be a momma.”
She nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I am. I know we both swore up and down that mom life was not for us, but I’m hoping we were wrong, and I don’t mess this kid up too much.”
I pressed my hand to her stomach. “I think you’re gonna do amazing.” I burped, and the room tipped a little too far to the left. “I think...” the floor rushed up to greet me, and the cold tile smacked my cheek.
Yup. I was right. I was going to pass out.
*
Chapter Eighteen
Frost
“Oh, my God.”
I brushed her hair from her face and tried not to laugh.
“Stop smiling,” Indiana whined. “Why did you let me drink so much last night?”
“Uh, you do what you want, darlin’,” I smirked. “I’m just there to make sure you do it safely.”
She gently pressed her hand to her cheek. “My face kissed the floor,” she groaned. “How is that keeping me safe?”
I grabbed the glass of water and Tylenol off the nightstand. “Because you went down like a sack of bricks. I didn’t have a chance to catch you.”
“Ugh,” she moaned. “Who gets rip-roaring drunk the night their best friend who is pregnant and free from being kidnapped comes home? Who does that?” she shouted.
Royal leaned against the doorframe and laughed. “My Indiana does that.”
“Oh, my God,” Indiana moaned again. “You are glowing. I thought it was just my fuzzy memory from last night playing tricks on me.”
Royal laughed. “Can I come in, or are you going to yell at Frost about you drinking too much?”
Indiana gingerly sat up. “Come in. I can yell at him later for my bad decisions.”