Page 34 of The MC’s Surprise (Bikers and Babies #4)

Sierra

“ S ierra, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think she’d–”

Skylar and I shared a look and burst out laughing the minute we stepped out of the community center. Vegas looked stunned, glancing between us like we’d lost our minds. Then again, he was so sweet and protective of me. I doubted he’d find the humor in it any time soon.

“Am I missing something?” he asked when we finally pulled it together. “Did you have something to do with that?”

“God, no,” Skylar denied, wiping a tear from her eyes. “But Sierra knew it’d be bad. We just went along with it to enjoy the show. I mean, how pathetic do you have to be to act like that?”

Still snickering, I nodded. “Every time I thought she’d run out of steam, she’d come up with something else. It was like middle school all over again.”

Vegas still looked confused when we stopped beside his car. Turning to face him fully, I cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs. “It’s okay, Vegas. I didn’t need a baby shower anyway. I’m not upset.”

His hands gently wrapped around my wrists, and he looked genuinely hurt by the whole thing.

I hadn’t expected that reaction and suddenly felt bad for inviting him to join us.

I’d done it to expose Charlotte’s bitchiness, but I should have thought it through.

Vegas thought so highly of her. It must have been hard to swallow that she wasn’t who he thought she was.

“Oh, no. You’re getting a baby shower,” Skylar cut in, making gimme hands at Vegas. “Keys. I need to get started planning this thing. No way are we letting that be your baby shower. Not on my watch.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but seeing how hurt Vegas was, I changed my mind. “Okay. But none of that ‘no men allowed’ crap. It’s Vegas’s baby too.”

“Absolutely,” Skylar nodded sharply. “Besides, those games are so much more fun with all the guys joining in. We’ll give him a balloon belly and everything.”

It sounded a lot more fun than whatever Charlotte had done. And hopefully it would put Vegas in a better mood. I hated seeing how upset he was and knowing it was partially my fault. I didn’t have to drag him into this mess. I should have left it alone.

Vegas handed Skylar the keys, the pain still evident in his eyes. “Thanks, Mama Bear. I appreciate it.”

She smiled softly, giving his arm a pat. “Don’t worry. This was just a prequel. We’ll do something fun for the main event.”

She left, her phone already pressed to her ear as she called in reinforcements.

I had to admit, I actually looked forward to whatever she had planned.

Skylar was my friend, and was more than happy to get the crew involved.

Maybe we could post pictures online to soften the crew’s image a little more.

Seeing big bikers playing baby shower games would be hilarious.

Vegas pulled my hands off his face, kissing my knuckles. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you that nap. Did you want to pick up any food on the way?”

It was sweet of him to offer, but I still wasn’t hungry.

I hadn’t been all day. It was why it didn't upset me that Charlotte didn't have any food I could eat. Before today, if I went this long without food, I’d either fly off the handle or cry. Usually cry. I was glad today wasn’t one of those days.

“No, thanks. All I want is a bed, a comfy pillow, and a gorgeous man to cuddle me. Know anyone I could ask?”

That got him to smile, and he brought my hands to his lips again, kissing them gently. “I can think of someone, yeah.”

“Is it Rooster? Because I feel like he’d be a major cuddle slut.”

He didn't take the bait, instead rolling his eyes as he led me around to the passenger seat. “You don’t want to cuddle with Rooster. He’s all skin and bones. Who wants to cuddle that? We can ask Killer. Pretty sure he spends most of his babysitting time cuddling babies.”

I loved that he was playful and not a jealous jerk. It made it so much more fun to joke around with him. I didn’t have to walk on eggshells worried about how he’d react.

He shut my door carefully once I was safely inside the car and jogged around the front, sliding into the driver’s seat.

He grunted when he realized it was too cramped and he had to readjust the seat.

I snickered at his obvious discomfort, but I was too exhausted to poke fun at him.

Naps. Naps were necessary after putting up with Charlotte for that long.

I got the feeling napping with Vegas would be an experience and I wanted to get to that as soon as possible.

I thought he’d drive me home, but he took me to the clubhouse instead.

I was fading on the ride and couldn’t ask him about it until we were pulling into the clubhouse parking lot.

Not that I minded. His bed was bigger than mine and way more comfortable.

And I’d take the backseat of the car at this point.

I heard his low chuckle as he stroked his thumb along my cheek. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you upstairs.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” I murmured, waiting for him to come around and help me to my feet. Seriously, how was I still three weeks from my due date? I felt like a balloon about to pop.

There were a few murmured greetings as Vegas led me inside with his arm around my waist, but no one stopped us from heading upstairs.

I probably would’ve cried if they tried.

I’d never been so tired in my life. I barely remembered the trip up the stairs and I was pretty much out when he laid me down on the fluffy mattress.

I stayed awake long enough to shove a pillow under my belly to get more comfortable before passing out.

I felt a little better when I woke up. More rested.

It helped that I had a furnace pressed up against my back, his hand idly stroking my belly in a way that was really soothing.

I debated going back to sleep, but my bladder protested and I knew one good kick from the baby and I’d be peeing my pants.

It was better to get up. Didn’t mean I was happy about it.

“Ugh,” I groaned.

“What’s wrong?” Vegas murmured in my ear.

Was it weird talking about bathroom habits with the guy you just started dating? Eh. He’d figure it out eventually.

“I have to pee. But I’m so comfy!”

His chest shook as he attempted to hold back his laughter. He helped me sit up, then rolled off the bed and came around to help me to my feet. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you comfortable, then I’m going to rub your feet. You deserve some pampering.”

His phone, which was face up on the bed, showed a website with information on caring for pregnant women. I fought off a grin and asked, “Did your google search tell you that?”

“No, Skylar did. She was texting me details for the party and mentioned spoiling you for putting up with Charlotte’s bullshit this morning.

” He squeezed my hands a little, his expression apologetic.

“I’m really sorry about that. I should have questioned her more when she offered.

She plans events all the time for the casino, so I thought it’d be an easy thing for her. I didn’t think she’d act that way.”

Cupping his chin, I smacked a kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t take anything she said or did to heart. And the cow onesie is actually kind of cute. I bet I could find a cow print bow or suspenders online to match it.”

He made a face, helping me waddle to the bathroom. “Are cows a baby shower thing? I thought it was like baby chicks or bunnies.”

“That’s Easter,” I corrected. “I’m pretty sure if animals are involved in baby showers, its usually all baby animals, not one specifically. The cow thing was an attempt to make me feel fat. I mean, she’s not wrong. I’m enormous.”

He scowled. “You are not. You’re pregnant.”

“Same difference. But that’s the thing. I know I won’t stay this way forever. So her comments didn’t affect me. At least the theme wasn’t like the poop emoji or something. Cows can be cute. Especially highland cows. Have you seen those? They’re freaking adorable.”

The conversation paused as I used the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I was still feeling drowsy. But when I looked at my watch, it was already late afternoon. I couldn’t believe I had slept that long. I probably just needed to move around a bit to wake up.

Coming back out of the bathroom, I snagged my phone off the nightstand and looked up a picture of a baby highland cow before turning it around to show to him. “Look at this. How can you not think this little thing is cute?”

The guilt and tension in his face disappeared and he grinned, taking my phone to admire the picture. “Alright, I’ll give it to you. That’s fucking cute. Is that what you want the theme to be for your real party? I can text Skylar that picture.”

That sounded kind of fun. It’d be taking Charlotte’s attempt to humiliate me and turning it into something cute. And seeing the guys playing silly games in a room decorated with baby cows was a hilarious mental image.

Throwing my arms around his neck, I grinned at him. “Sounds like fun. But later. For now, I find it very unfair that I woke up in bed with a sexy biker and he didn’t try to take advantage of me. What gives?”

His grin turned wicked and he tossed the phone onto the bed, seizing me around the waist and dragging me against him. Even with my giant belly in the way, it was still a smooth move.

“Let me make it up to you, sweetheart. After all, I did promise you a massage.”

He scooped me up without warning, startling a squeak out of me. “Hey! I’m too heavy for that!”

“Psh. You’re light as a feather. Besides, now I can say I held my girl and my baby at the same time. It’s something to brag about.”

My heart stuttered in my chest and I looked up at him wide-eyed as he laid me gently on the bed. “Your girl?”

His smile softened and he leaned down, pressing his lips lightly to mine. “Yeah, Sierra. You’re mine. You’re a good person, you make me laugh, and you’re tough as nails even when life gets hard. I couldn’t ask for a better old lady.”