is I don’t want to upset her. Not when she’s pregnant and things could negatively affect the baby. Hell, the father of her child’s here now and I still can’t fuckin’ face the man. Cheyenne explained to me it was a one-time thing, but it doesn’t help me feel any better about the situation we’re in, even if he brought his new girlfriend along. His girlfriend who happens to be pregnant too. I only know because Crina told Ashley, then Ashley told Cheyenne, and well, you can put it together from there.
Maybe that’s the reason Chey’ hasn’t told him she’s pregnant. I’m not sure, but every few days Zane, the club’s Prez, pulls me into a corner and asks me if Chaz knows Chey’s pregnant. I simply shake my head and walk away. It’s not my job to tell my woman to let the man know. Honestly, I don’t want Chey’ to tell him shit ‘cause I’m concerned he could try to tear her away from me. The possibility of it happening is low, but it doesn’t mean it can’t happen.
“I’ve never liked this standin’ around and waitin’ bullshit, Frost,” Zorro huffs, pulling a cigarette from his jeans. He grabs a lighter and before I know it, he’s smoking.
“You’re a man of action, I know,” I tell him, sinking my hands into the pockets of my jacket to shield them from the cold, I look out onto the miles of pasture the Monroe family owns. If only being in this serene place could make me feel better about the mess my life is.
Chapter Two
Not a mistake, problem, burden, inconvenience, or an accident. You’re my entire world
~ Cheyenne
Cheyenne
I cradle my small baby bump as I sip hot chocolate from the new mug I bought in town earlier today. I pull the plush lilac colored blanket up over my legs and take a deep breath, wondering when in the fuck I’m going to say something. Chaz has been here for two weeks now, and I’ve had plenty of opportunities where I could’ve said something . . . but I didn’t. Instead, I used whatever excuse I could to get away from him, prolonging the inevitable.
I’m in a relationship with a woman I love, a woman who’s weaseled her way into my heart when I thought no one else would be able to do the same and here I am. I love Frost so damn much, and I think that’s why I’m terrified to say anything about this. I’m terrified to tell Chaz the one time we slept together I got pregnant. Maybe part of the fear comes from the fact Ashley told me Crina confided in her earlier this week, how she’s pregnant and she’s not telling anyone yet. Chaz is about to have two children with two separate women. I shake my head, knowing this is the type of shit writers put in midday soap operas, yet it’s my life.
Smudge jumps up onto the couch and settles on my lap, flicking her tail and meowing so I’ll scratch behind her ears. It’s ironic how Smudge was supposed to be my cat and in reality, she’s Frost’s. Frost has a habit of spoiling this cat to bits and she only uses me as a last resort. Kinda rude considering I’m the one who pulled her out of the cold garage and gave her a warm place to stay and have her babies. Frost just stood around and said she was cute every once in a while. Whatever, though. I appease Smudge for a few minutes and luckily, I’m not thinking about the stuff with Chaz, I’m only thinking about this kitty and how lucky I am to have her in my life, even if she doesn’t come around me too often.
I glance up at the sound of feet hitting the floor and see Bull’s wobbled his way out of his room. He’s been staying here with Frost and I since he got shot a couple weeks back, but with any luck I’ll be giving him the go ahead to go home tomorrow. His ol’ lady, Alexa, has been super adamant about getting back to her house because she feels so odd being here. I know it hasn’t been ideal, but I haven’t dealt with gunshot wounds in a long time and I want to see how the wound’s healing every day. Them staying here for a couple weeks has been a good way for me to get my checks. He was shot