Page 3 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #12

– PAX –

Her words penetrate my mind, causing a flood of reactions inside my head. Pregnant. A kid. Becoming a father. There hasn’t been a moment where I thought about future plans with anyone involving starting a family. First step is claiming an old lady which I’ve never done.

The only time I came close to wanting an old lady was the moment I laid eyes on Lyla.

Her beauty, feisty attitude, her whole damn appearance was something I was drawn to.

Now she’s pregnant. It’s mine. Well, I hope so ’cause I hate to think she came here to throw the news in my face that she let another man inside her sweet tight body.

“Say something,” she whispers.

I blink a few times, realizing I’ve been locked inside my head while staring at her.

Deciding to fall back on her earlier question, I tell her, “Your pussy is the last one I’ve felt wrapped around my dick.”

We stare at one another without another word.

I thought she’d give me similar words in return.

Apparently, my assumption might be correct, that she’s here as a courtesy call.

My hands come up in a “do you have something to say” gesture, but she still stays quiet.

Then it hits me...we haven’t had sex in months which means there’s a huge chance it’s not mine.

The mere thought of another man touching her feels like a sledgehammer to the chest and it’s why I snap, “So, you’re here to tell me you’re moving on with someone else?

That’s it, right? Why you can’t say the same in return.

You’ve been with someone else recently because we haven’t fucked in months. Who the hell knocked you up?”

Lyla frowns. “I haven’t had sex with anyone else. It was you who knocked me up.”

I narrow my eyes. “We had sex four months ago.”

Her shoulders sag and she turns her back to me and stalks to her bag. When she comes back, she hands me a tiny black and white picture that looks more like a gray blob in a dark space. When I focus, I can clearly make out a tiny person.

She points at the information. “I’m in the second trimester. It’s a girl, and she’s ours.”

A slow smile slides across my face as I let my finger glide over the tiny picture. Raising my eyes, I settle on her fabric covered belly. Without a word, she grabs the hem of her shirt and lifts it to reveal a tiny as fuck bump. I reach for her, but she steps back and drops her shirt.

Clearing her throat, she rambles, “I only recently found out. It’s stupid, I know. Though with everything–”

“Not stupid at all,” I state, cutting her off. “With the shit you went through, what happened to your brother...it’s a lot to process and you’re the type of person to shove your own issues aside to focus on others.”

Silence falls once again. Her lips part and then she bites down on her bottom lip to stop herself from talking.

The action repeats a few more times until I tell her, “I’m all in.”

Her eyes go wide. “All in? What does that mean?” She takes a step back. “I didn’t come here to force you, or get you tied to anything. I just thought you needed to know.”

I place my hands on my hips to keep myself from reaching for her.

Dammit. I want to drag her into my arms and kiss her.

Then I’d rip the clothes from her body and fuck her into oblivion.

Then, when she’s sated, I’d get her to agree to be my old lady.

She has my baby in her belly. Mine. Which means this baby mama is mine as well.

“You’re not forcing me into anything, Lyla. Hell, do I look like the type of man who can be forced into anything?”

Lyla snorts and the corner of my mouth twitches.

Her voice is soft when she says, “You’re the first and only person I’ve told.”

My head rears back in surprise. “No shit?”

I walk back to the chair and take a seat. I want to tell her how this will change things between us. It feels like the second chance I’ve wanted ever since she ripped us apart. Though, I know she’ll take it the wrong way. To her it’ll always be me doing it out of obligation.

The fuck-up of how it ended between us is linked to how we started. It shows outer influence and obligations should stay the fuck away when you’re building a relationship. Honesty. Everything out in the open is what will make things last between us in the long run.

It’s why I tell her, “Thanks for coming to find me. I truly appreciate being the first one to know.”

She nods and moves to sit on the bed.

Releasing a breath she says, “Actually, I’m kinda on the run. I quit my job and might not return to the overbearing idiots who like to control my life.”

“You can’t be serious.” I place my forearms on my knees. “Are you telling me you’re leaving town for good? Leaving your family behind so the little one grows up not knowing any of them?”

She lets herself drop to her back on top of the mattress.

“I don’t know. Everything is kinda messed up and I feel as if I can’t breathe.

If I drop the fact that I’m pregnant? Shit will hit the fan.

They will all have their opinions and won’t be holding back when they throw it at my damn head.

I just...I don’t know. Heath and Hayden know I need space and have hired a piercer to take my place.

Even before all of this I got shit from Heath about interfering with club business.

I guess it’s time I fight for me and live my own damn life.

Well, I guess it’s not just me anymore, but you know what I mean. ”

I shove my hand into my pocket and take out my keys.

Taking the spare one to my house, I walk to the bed and place the key into her hand.

“This will give you access to my place. I’ll message you the details so feel free to crash there, move in, or stay however long you like.

Broken Deeds knows it’s linked to my name but none of my brothers have come by because I like to have my own damn space every now and then. ”

The frown on her face along with her hand moving in my direction as she sits in an upright position gives me the indication she’s going to decline.

“Just hold on to it, Lyla.” My voice sounds as tired as I feel.

“I know you won’t have me claim you on the spot, even if it’s what I want to do.

Hell, you dumped me. I never wanted things to end between us.

I know the way we were pushed onto each other’s path wasn’t exactly normal, but you have to admit our chemistry is off the damn charts.

That right there isn’t a setup or can be organized by others. It’s all us.”

Her gaze is fixed on the key when she murmurs, “You don’t have to bring up the chemistry, I was there right along with you.”

Was. The past, no present time.

“Besides, how do you think it would look if we show up together? The baby is due in five months. They’re not stupid.

They’ll do the math, and everyone will know you knocked me up the day they arranged for us to get together.

Along with the fact I had no other choice than to take you back, or for you to take me back.

” Reaching for the bedside table, she places the key on there and adds, “Like I mentioned, I’m going to take a few days off and pamper myself.

Then I’m going to think about my dreams and goals.

Everything changed the day I heard I was pregnant, wiping life as I knew it down the drain. ”

The frustration and defeat in her voice is killing me. Reaching for her wrist, I wrap my fingers around it and give a little tug to pull her into my arms. Luckily, she comes willingly. A sigh flows over her lips, and it feels like she pulled it from her damn bones.

I hate to break this moment with my opinion, but I do need her to know, “I’ve never cared what other people say or think. Life is hard enough as it is. So, why the fuck live up to anyone’s standard that’s never any good in their eyes anyway? Your world, your life, your rules.”

She pulls back and graces me with a stunning smile. “I think you mixed that last line up, ’cause it sounds fitting for Broken Deeds with the whole ‘your rules’ part.”

I grin down at her. “The only woman who came close to being my old lady is you, Lyla. So, I guess if you accept my claim that exact statement would also refer to you.”

She’s shaking her head and pulls away, but I tighten my arms and state, “Just know the claim is there, Lyla. I asked about you the first time I laid eyes on you, but they shut me down. Your brother might have thrown a deal down with my prez to hook us up, but we made the connection. If either of us weren’t up for anything?

Nothing would have happened that day. Except, it did.

We have the flaming chemistry. The result of the little one inside your belly is proof of it. Kinda impressive, don’t you think?”

Silence falls yet again. She looks so damn tired and it’s why I move her toward the bed and pull the blankets back. Without another word she slips into bed, and I tuck her in.

Brushing my lips against her forehead, I murmur, “Sleep. We’ll have breakfast in the morning. I’ll be here at nine to pick you up.”

Her lashes flutter and she doesn’t even give me a reply as she closes her eyes. Yeah, she’s tired as fuck. A hint of guilt hits me. I should have waited until tomorrow morning to swing by, but instead I headed right over.

A tiny snore comes from the bed, and it makes me smile. The level of trust she puts in me is soothing. I can either leave or sleep in the chair. There’s about seven hours left for me to return, and I decide to kick off my shoes and lay on top of the blankets.

There’s enough space between us when I let myself drift off to sleep.

I feel something pressing against my chest. The weight shifts when I open my eyes and catch Lyla push herself away from me.

With a groggy voice she murmurs, “Sorry. I totally used you as a heater and a nice pillow.”