I press the remote control looking for a good movie to watch.
Fuck, I can’t get into a comfortable position. I need to buy some more pillows because this shit is not working. I stare at the ceiling, listening to the shouts.
I know that it will be hard the next few days; from past experience, it sounds like the Wicked Warriors are going to war, and that fucking scares me.
I’m afraid of losing my Blood, brothers, sister, and what about my baby?
Fuckingtastic!
Why can’t the Wicked Warriors live in peace?
I know that I should be used to the lifestyle, the danger, and the family love, but I’m not. So now that I’m pregnant, I’m thinking of another way of life where I wouldn’t fear for my baby.
My heart is pounding so freaking fast; the baby is restless, moving, and kicking. I know that I’m starting to get stressed out.
I turn to look at the door, furrowing my forehead, listening to the shouts. I want to go out into the clubhouse; I need to know what’s going on.
This sounds worse than ever before, and it's Absolfuckinluty scary.
The knock on my door startles me; I roll, overthrowing my legs over the bed, pushing off with my hands to stand.
“Give me a second,” I yell, adjusting my pajama shorts and top.
I walk to the door, opening it; I see Autumn and Poison standing in front of me wide-eyed.
“It’s crazy scary,” Poison says, holding her tummy.
Poison will be having the baby soon. I look at Autumn's wild eyes; she looks like she fucking freaking out.
“I’ve never seen the MC so fucking pissed off,” Autumn says, crossing her arms.
“Shit, it’s not like we don’t know what’s happening; it’s our life, right? So, let’s pull on our big girl panties and not give the bros reason to worry about us. They need to focus on the fight,” I say, inhaling deeply, exhaling, trying to keep calm.
“Yeah, but for some reason, this sounds super different,” Autumn says, pressing her lips into a straight line.
“Yeah, I’m really scared that something will happen to War. I need him; the baby needs him,” Poison says, rubbing her hand in her hair.
“I hear you; I was thinking the same thing about Blood and the baby,” I say, nodding.
“Let’s go out into the clubhouse to see what’s happening,” Autumn says, leaning against the wall.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Poison says, nodding.
“Fuck, I want to go, but Blood and Death told me to stay in my room, and they were not being nice,” I huff, gathering my long wavy hair into a messy bun.
“Fuck! I don’t care; rather, they yell at me rather than stay in my room worrying about them! But, I mean, we need to know what to expect. It sounds like this is huge, and I’m fucking nervous,” Autumn says, hugging herself, rocking side to side.
“Fuckingtastic, let’s go but let me get my robe,” I say, turning to grab my robe from the chair.
Autumn and Poison walk out of my room; I pull on my robe, following them.
We walk down the hall quietly, wide-eyed, listening to the commotion. Finally, we pull the door open and walk into the clubhouse, walking over to the bar.
I lean against the bar, bending one knee, resting my foot against the bar looking around. Autumn slides onto the barstool, and Poison stands by her side, rubbing her tummy.
I swear, the baby is acting up, and the same must be happening with Poison. We don’t talk, so we don’t draw the bro's attention.
I can’t see Blood or any of my brothers.
