Page 4 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #12

She throws her hands into the air and stretches. “I don’t think I’ve slept this well in weeks. Going away was the right decision. Good thing I have this room for the next few days.”

“It’s not the bed giving you a great night’s sleep, it’s the company,” I tell her and swing my legs off the mattress.

“Sure it is.” She snorts as she heads into the bathroom.

At least she’s not throwing me out the door or giving me shit for staying.

A handful of minutes later she saunters back into the room, throws a thumb over her shoulder and says, “Bathroom is yours if you need to pee. You can use my toothbrush if you like. I mean, we managed to merge DNA inside my belly, so–” She shrugs.

Along with licking her pussy and every inch of her body. Let’s not forget her sucking my cock hard and long enough to swallow a load of cum down her throat. Fuck. The mere thought has me rushing into the bathroom to cover my growing hard on.

I definitely need to shove those thoughts down. With Lyla pregnant, it’s obvious we have to talk shit through first. Though, for me it’s as simple as I’ve mentioned to her; I’m all in. Which means any way, any how I’ll be there for her, and for our child.

Preferably a scenario where she’s my old lady.

In my bed every night, my partner standing strong beside me, and both of us raising our kid together.

Thank fuck we still have a few months until our little girl is born.

A girl. I bet she’ll have the same stunning smile as her mother, along with her gorgeous looks.

I quickly handle my business and step out into the bedroom. “Any morning sickness or do you wanna get some breakfast?”

She shoves her phone into the front pocket of her jeans. “No morning sickness. I feel fine actually. Well, a little drained every now and then, other than that nothing. If only I had morning sickness, I might have known sooner about the pregnancy.”

A scary thought enters my brain, and instead of voicing the words, I ask, “Would it have made a difference?”

Her eyes find mine and I can see the honesty, along with hearing the truth in her voice when she says, “No.”

“Good.” I give her a tight nod.

“So, coffee along with pancakes, fruit, an omelet, hash browns, and bacon. Oh, and oatmeal.”

The corner of my mouth twitches. “Okay, let’s go, woman. I’m gonna get you everything you want.”

She narrows her eyes. “You’re not going to nag about me drinking coffee? I mean, you don’t have shit to say about how I look, what I wear, eat, drink, or whatever since we’re not together and all.”

I step closer and pinch her chin between my forefinger and thumb to tilt her head and keep my gaze locked with hers when I tell her, “A number on the scale doesn’t have any influence on me to tell you your ass is fucking magnificent.

As for clothes? You make anything look good ’cause all I see is you.

I like you for you, Lyla. And coffee, isn’t it common knowledge one or two cups a day while being pregnant is perfectly fine? ”

A grin slides across her face. “You’re winning points in my book.”

“Keeping a score? If so, be prepared to have the pants charmed right off that sexy ass of yours, Lyla. Because baby or not, I’m not afraid to admit I still crave you and definitely want you as my old lady.”

Shit. Why did I throw it out there? Especially when she pulls her chin from my touch and stalks to the door.

“You’re paying for breakfast, but we’re taking my car,” she announces and walks out.

Everything is fine with me if I get to be with her.

Yet, I’m very aware she’s here while I’m in the middle of working on a serial killer case.

I should call my president and tell him to get her away from here.

But I can’t. I feel as if I have one shot at getting close to her again and I don’t want to blow it.

When the truth came out about my prez and her brother arranging the appointment with her to get my cock pierced, she dumped my ass.

Since then, she’s not said a word to me and I hated it.

I’ve tried many times to get her to talk to me, but she shut me down every damn time and eventually blocked my number.

Until last night. So, this is my one chance and I’m not going to fuck it up.

A woman strolls toward us and gives Lyla a beaming smile. “Going out for breakfast I presume?”

“Yes.” Lyla grins. “I’ll swing by later to check in, is that okay?”

The woman waves her hand. “No worries. Enjoy your breakfast.”

Lyla waves and walks off to her car. I get into the front seat and it fucking feels like a sardine can. My pregnant girl–damn that sounds nice–chuckles when she glances my way. She did this on purpose.

“Laugh all you want, sweet thing. No matter how many hoops you shoot at me, I’ll jump through every single one of them. I’m fucking serious, Lyla. One chance to start squeaky fucking clean, and you and I will be solid. You damn well know we had something good, no matter how our roads crossed.”

She keeps her eyes on the road and her lips sealed as she drives off. Even if everything is still uncertain, I still feel good about this fucked-up situation. Though, I do have to update Archer.

Taking my phone out I state, “I’m gonna give Archer a call and let him know you’re here with me.”

A panicked look is thrown my way. “Don’t. I don’t want anyone to know where I am.”

“My president isn’t anyone,” I rumble.

She purses her lips and keeps staring through the windshield.

I tap the screen of my phone and call Archer, he picks up on the third ring and I tell him, “It’s me, Pax. I’m checking in and letting you know my old lady is with me.”

“What the fuck?” Lyla bellows.

All I hear is a chuckle coming from Archer. “I assume you’re still working on the old lady part.”

“Caught that, didn’t you?” I snicker.

Archer’s voice turns serious. “Just make sure you keep a clear head. I don’t want any more victims tied to this serial killer case.”

“Gotcha, Prez,” I grunt. “Oh, and keep my claim between us for now. We still have a lot of shit to settle.”

A groan of complaint flows through the connection. “Dammit. So, no telling my mother?”

“Definitely don’t tell Lynn yet. I promise she’ll be the first to know when everything’s official,” I promise the fucker.

“So, no official claim yet?”

I grit my teeth. “Just keep it to yourself for now.”

“Fine. Though, the two weeks start right fucking now. I don’t care if you’re out of town either,” he tells me.

“All good, Prez. I’ll keep you posted,” I promise.

“You do that,” he rumbles and ends the call.

“That’s your brilliant way to make sure he doesn’t tell anyone I’m here? Brilliant,” Lyla huffs.

I shove my phone back into my pocket. “If you’re set to spend a few days here you might as well be with me. I don’t trust anyone in this town, Lyla. Having you close means I get to keep you safe.”

Silence fills the car until she says in a small voice, “Fine. I understand. I don’t like it, but I do understand.”

“Good. Then we’ll pack your shit after breakfast so you can come stay with me in my hotel room.”

“What?” she gasps. “Fuck no.”

We’ll see. Either way we’ll share a bed again tonight.