in the stomach by my bastard of a brother. I don’t know if it was my need to ensure Bull was okay from a medical standpoint, or if my guilt’s made me this way, this concerned. Add in the fact he’s the closest thing I have to a best friend and I’m just one big mess, I guess.
“What in the fu—”
Bull puts up a finger, hushing me like a mother would to a child. “Shush your pretty little mouth. We got some talkin’ to do, and I mean serious talkin’. I need to go home tomorrow, Chey’. Fuck, you don’t know the way I need to go home, how badly I need to get my ass through that door so I can know what it feels like to have my woman’s walls wrapped around my co—”
“Whoa! An image I didn’t need to see!” I throw my hands in the air, hoping he’ll stop speaking and thankfully he does.
“You’ve had me locked up here for almost two weeks now. Tell me I can go home tomorrow, that shit around here can start getting back to normal.”
“I’m not going to lie to you. It’ll take weeks, if not months for things to go back to normal. Your body went through some serious trauma, Bull.” I narrow my eyes in on him, praying he’ll heed my warning and take me seriously. The last thing he needs to do is hurt himself even further.
“I’m not talkin’ about my damn body, I’m talkin’ about my life, my marriage, that shit.”
I blink at him after noticing the way his tone dropped a tad.
“What’re you talking about?”
“This shit . . . the fertility shit and us havin’ such a hard time getting pregnant. It’s takin’ a toll on us, Chey’. I just need Alexa and I to be back in our house, with her snuggled up under a blanket and my arms wrapped around her. I need shit to feel normal again,” Alexa and Bull have been trying to conceive for a while now, but nothing’s working yet, “and speakin’ about pregnancies, were you ever gonna tell me you got a bun in your oven or what?”
I blink rapidly, not sure what to say, or how to react. Part of me wanted to tell Bull, but it seemed silly to tell Bull and not tell the man who helped create this child with me. Then again, another part of me was afraid to say anything because of how he and Alexa have been having difficulties conceiving. It felt unfair because I didn’t go looking to get pregnant, and they’ve been trying to for ages now.
Bull takes a seat on the couch beside me, slinging my legs over the top of his. “I’ve been afraid to, I think. It feels like the universe isn’t fair, because you and Alexa have been wanting something like this for so long and here I am with it practically falling in my lap.”
“Awe, Chey’. Shit. Am I envious of you? Yeah, and I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t. I want a kid with her so fuckin’ bad, but when it’s time it’ll happen. I got some weird sort of faith comin’ through to me and . . . I don’t know how to explain this shit, but I feel like it’ll happen eventually. I am curious about one thing, though.” Bull gives me a stern look and cocks a brow.
“O-okay,” I chirp, growing nervous by the second.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me Frost had a dick? Like, damn. Would’ve been nice to know that shit.” He cackles at the end with a devious smile, causing both of us to bust out laughing. God, I needed this. I needed it so fucking bad.
“I take it you know who’s the father,” I mutter, circling my hand over the small bump. It’s crazy how if I watch what I wear no one would even be able to tell. And that’s what I do, watch what I wear at the club, making sure it’s flowy or bulky.
Bull nods. “Only one man I know of who I assumed you’d knock boots with at some point—Chaz.”
I glance up from staring at my stomach and gnaw on my bottom lip. One look and Bull knows I’ve yet to tell Chaz. That’s the type of friendship the two of us have. Bull grabs my hand and squeezes it. “You’re not in this alone, so don’t you feel afraid or nothin’. I got your back, no matter what