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Chapter Eighteen

A Bun in the Oven

C yrus pushed Darrow away and grabbed the pregnancy test from Mara’s hand. It was positive. No doubt, even for a very drunk Cyrus.

Darrow’s heart pounded inside his chest. Beating faster than he ever experienced before. Trying to hold himself together during what was by far the biggest surprise of his life. Unless Mara had a pregnancy test hidden inside herself…

She’s really pregnant , Darrow thought to himself.

“She’s really pregnant,” he said out loud with a tone of confidence. “Are we done here, Cyrus? Because if you think I’m going to tolerate this shit for a second longer…” Darrow took a breath. Confidence hit him harder. “You ever question my loyalty or question who Mara is and I will fucking kill you with my bare hands… Prez …”

Cyrus reached out and grabbed the back of Darrow’s neck. “Never doubted you for a second, brother. Now we can really celebrate.”

When Cyrus turned to face Mara, she jumped back. All Cyrus wanted—and got—was a hug. He then placed his huge hand on her stomach.

“You belong here, Mara,” Cyrus said. “You were always smart and tough. You should have never been with that rat piece of shit.”

“I agree,” Mara said. “Now leave me alone, Cyrus.”

Cyrus laughed and stomped his way out of the room to make the official announcement to the rest of the club. It had a sense of déjà vu to it, except that this time…

“It’s real,” Darrow said to Mara. “Are you fucking joking?”

“What…” Mara shook her head. “Do you think I had a secret test stuck up my pussy or something?”

“Maybe.”

“Want to check?”

“Sure,” Darrow said with a smirk.

Mara slapped him across the face. “I’m fucking pregnant, Darrow! For real! This is real!”

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Darrow touched Mara’s face, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “It feels so… rushed…”

“We’ve been fucking non-stop for a good while, Darrow,” Mara said. “Time flies when you’re telling lies, cheating on your husband, and waiting for your new lover to find and kill your husband. Right?”

“Don’t say it like that, babe,” Darrow said. “That fucking rat never deserved you. I’m just saying that this is quick. You got pregnant that quick…”

“We have good timing I suppose,” Mara said. “And you know that tests can be positive really early too. Oh, God, I feel like I’m in a commercial now for pregnancy tests. Did you fuck a biker and let him finish in you, then forgot that you missed your period…? ”

“You missed…”

“Duh, Darrow. I never really kept track of that stuff. Never had to.”

“What do you mean by that.”

“Fitz,” she said. “He can’t… he can’t have kids.”

Darrow’s eyes grew wide. “No way.”

“Yeah. He had some accident on a motorcycle when he was a teenager. We never… I mean… you know…”

“I thought you were on the pill or something, Mara.”

“No. It never even occurred to me to say something. I’ve never been with anyone since…”

“Wait a second then,” Darrow said. “You’re really pregnant. With my baby.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, fuck, babe. We’re going to have a baby.”

“Yes,” Mara said. “Unless your psycho biker club has some rule about it. Since I’m married to another member and I wore his ink and…”

Mara’s throat squeezed and she couldn’t believe how overwhelmed she felt. Going from pretending to be pregnant to actually being pregnant. That sudden rush of love, joy and terror and the sudden need to protect the little life inside her womb at all costs.

“We’re more connected than you’ve ever been to someone else,” Darrow said. “That’s now a fact. Means we don’t have to worry about lies.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Yes, babe.”

“Darrow… I need…”

“Anything you need, I’m going to be there to take care of it. I am not him . I never will be either. You have to trust me on that.”

Mara felt her legs suddenly give out. The intense rush of adrenaline retraced itself and all she wanted to do was simply fall asleep. Darrow caught her and pulled her against him. She clawed at his face, not to escape, but to get closer.

Her mouth touched his. They kissed. Darrow carried her toward the bathroom sink, then a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“No wonder she’s pregnant,” Slade’s voice said.

“Do you mind?” Darrow asked.

“Yes, I actually do. You are not fucking her in Cyrus’s bathroom. Get your horny ass out there and have a drink with your brothers.”

Mara couldn’t believe the sudden change of pace within the club. Which meant none of them actually believed their lie about the pregnancy. Including the other positive pregnancy test and the documents Darrow altered. This all felt dangerous. Very fucking dangerous.

Even if Mara actually was pregnant right now.

Shots were lined up across the bar, whiskey in each one, minus the shot glass in front of Mara which was filled with soda. Muffin stepped out of the kitchen and pointed at Mara.

“Is it safe to make a bun in the oven joke?” Muffin asked.

That got a hollering round of applause. Mara laughed, unable to comprehend the fact that these gigantic, evil outlaws were laughing at a stupid joke.

Cyrus slapped his hand to the bar and it sounded like a summer thunderstorm.

“We raise our glasses tonight for the future of this club,” Cyrus bellowed. “If Mara gives birth to a son, he will carry our code. He will be an outlaw prince. Possibly a king in the making. If she gives birth to a daughter, then God save the world around us because that princess will be protected and grow to learn how to be fierce. We properly celebrate tonight. The beginning of a new chapter for this club. And we remember the ones we’ve lost and the one in a coma right now, fighting.”

“He will be back at this bar in no time!” Linc yelled.

The entire place erupted with cheers and screams and then a chant for Priest. Mara lifted her shot glass of soda and whistled. Everyone looked at her.

“If it’s a boy, we’re naming the baby Priest!” she called out.

“The fuck we are!” Darrow growled.

All the outlaws began to hoot, cheer and scream some more. In all honesty, neither Mara nor Darrow had ever seen the clubhouse like this before. Cyrus gave a call and downed his shot first. Then everyone did the same.

Cyrus then threw his head back and started to scream something. It was growling and inaudible, ending with him spinning around and throwing up. Projecting all over the wall and then stumbling to his left, hitting another wall, putting a hole in it.

“He’s going to be hurting tomorrow,” Mara said to Darrow.

“It’s not a good thing at all, babe,” Darrow said. “It’s one thing for the enforcers to get nuts. Or even the prospects. Hell, everyone around here has had a moment. But for Cyrus to act like this? It’s not good.”

“Hey,” Mara said, grabbing at Darrow’s leather cut. “I’m pregnant. With your baby.”

“Yes, you fucking are, babe.”

Darrow touched Mara’s chin. Behind them, Slade and Monte put Cyrus on a pool table. Skylar volunteered to keep an eye on Cyrus all night.

Every dead drunk outlaw needed a deecee to suck their cock and make sure they didn’t choke on their own vomit. Maggie hurried to pour more shots. Muffin went back into the kitchen where Bee was waiting, sitting topless on a stainless steel countertop.

Muffin took his apron off, put on his leather cut, licked his lips, and went up to Bee, stared down at her, then cupped her nice sized tits in his large hands. A minute later she was on her knees, sucking his cock.

Just as her lips moved over Muffin’s fat cock head, Darrow took Mara’s hand and led the way out of the clubhouse. Outside, just as Darrow climbed onto his ride, Drix approached.

“Let me follow you, Darrow,” he said. “It would be my honor. To make sure you and your unborn are safe. And your woman, of course.”

Darrow didn’t need fucking protection but he appreciated the gesture of respect. He nodded at Drix. Darrow rode first. Drix followed behind. They made it about halfway back to Darrow’s place without any issues. Then lights appeared behind Drix.

Darrow saw them first. Two motorcycles, riding side by side. They moved fast, catching up closer by the second. Darrow gritted his teeth. He had his pregnant woman behind him, her arms wrapped tight around his body. Drix finally caught wind that something was happening. He looked back.

“Fuck,” he growled to himself.

He and Darrow then had the same thought.

Protect Mara and the unborn baby… and kill whoever was following them.