Page 8 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I
EIGHT
DILLON
Three Months Later
I push the Silver Spoon Falls courthouse door open and feel the warm sun beating down on me.
After a three-hour-long meeting with Mayor Branson over the shitshow with his brother, I’m ready to get the fuck out of here.
Dumbass Brady Branson is giving the Silver Spoon MC a run for their money.
The goddamn Prospect’s middle name is Fuck Up .
Feeling a little twinge in my chest that reminds me it’s been five hours since the last time I kissed Jules’ lips, I decide to stop by the doctor’s office to check on my girl.
I start my cruiser and crank the AC full-on to icy blast. My phone buzzes a second before an English man’s voice comes on to announce, “Silver Spoon Pediatric Surgery.” Jules hated the sexy female voice that came standard on the vehicle’s Bluetooth, and I will do anything to make her happy so I changed it to a dude’s voice.
A smile breaks out on my face as I answer, “Perfect timing, little firecracker.”
“Fuck you.” I’m expecting her sweet voice and instead get Tate’s gruff growl. “I’m going to kick your ass for ruining the best nurse I’ve ever had.”
My heart seizes in my chest while the worst-case scenarios flash through my mind. After running over the curb and almost hitting a fire hydrant, I park on the side of the road and beg, “Please tell me Jules is okay.”
Tate grumbles under his breath for a second before sighing.
“If you call puking up her breakfast non-stop until I gave her a Zofran injection fine, then yep. She’s great.
” Fuck me with a wooden spoon. My swimmers did their goddamn job.
I lay my head back and stare at the ceiling, letting the cold AC flow over me.
Once I have feeling back in my legs, I’ll head straight to the doctor’s office and show my girl just how happy this turn of events has made me.
“I can’t fucking believe you did this to me.
” Tate is still grumbling when I hang up on him.
I’ll apologize later when I give my girl’s notice.
As I pull into the parking spot in front of the office building, I realize I don’t remember a second of the ride here. Fuck me. I’ll worry about my issues after I check on my little firecracker. The front receptionist is smart enough to keep her lips zipped when I storm past her desk.
I push into the outer office and see Mariah sitting behind the counter. “She’s in the bathroom. Last door on left,” she calls as I rush by. “You’re welcome.”
Raising my hand over my head, I wave at her.
Another apology I’ll make later. I push open the door marked “little girls” and find Jules sitting up against the wall with Tate Grimes hovering over her.
Fuck. She’s pale and the dark bluish circles under her eyes are new.
“Are you okay, little firecracker?” I gently wrap my arms around her, trying not to jostle my girl too much.
“Your child hates me,” she wails. “How am I going to survive eight more months like this?”
“I have no idea.” I glance up at Tate. “But I know one thing; if this is what pregnancy does to my girl, we’re only having one child. There’s no way I’ll survive watching you go through this misery again.”
“You know what they say about the best-laid plans?” Tate shakes his head sadly. “They never go according to plan.”
Ignoring his dire prediction, I help my girl to her feet. “I’m taking her home.” I don’t leave any room for argument. “I’d start looking for a replacement.” My limp firecracker is too drained to argue, but I’m sure she’ll have plenty to say once she’s recharged.
When we get back to my place, I help Jules change clothes, then set her up on the sofa with the remote and strict instructions to take it easy.
While I search the internet for recommendations for the best obstetrician in the area, she snoozes.
Once she wakes up, I get her to eat crackers and drink a little warm, clear soda. “Google said this might help.”
“Thank you.” She gives me a smile, and relief hits me between the eyes as I watch the color return to her smooth cheeks. “Now we need to talk.”
All my girl says just went out the window. The caveman is ready to do whatever is necessary to protect our family.
I take her soft hand in mine and kiss the back of it.
“I fucking love you.” I need her to know where my actions are coming from.
“I’ll help Tate replace you.” Placing my finger across her lips, I halt her argument in its tracks.
“I’ll even agree to let you talk to him by phone and maybe stop by in person to help out for a few minutes if you aren’t feeling bad.
” I see the steam leaking from her bright red ears and ignore it.
Gotta love fair-complected redheads. The outward signs of displeasure are very evident.
“But you and this baby are the only things that matter to me, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. If I need to make good on my threat to kidnap you, then so be it.”
“Wow. You are the king of cavemen.” She blinks up at me. “But I freaking love you and your overhanded, old-fashioned ways.”
“Good. Cause I’m all yours. Deal with it.
” A thought suddenly occurs to me. I almost smack my forehead when I realize that I forgot to tell her the most important part.
“As soon as I can get Judge Anderson out here, I’ll give you and our son my name.
” I don’t bother asking. At this point, I’m in for a penny, in for a pound.
After finding my heart, I plan to spend the rest of my life keeping her happy and safe and pissed the fuck off at my caveman ways.
Can't have everything. But she has me... and that's basically the same thing.