“Because I wanted some time with my little sister.” I smiled when she blushed. Looking around her home, I asked, “Where’s the old man?”
“Probably at my mom’s with Uncle Mac.”
“Uncle?” I asked.
Duncan was my uncle, but I didn’t call him that. Hell, I didn’t call Sal my father, or the woman who’d shown up at my clubhouse, mother.
“He’s not really my uncle, but he has the same last name as my mom and me, so I’ve just always called him Uncle Mac.”
“How long have you known?” I asked.
Morgan froze, her back to me as she grabbed some coffee cups from the cabinet. She slowly set them on the counter and turned, sadness in her eyes.
“I’ve always known.”
Her words were a punch to the gut. She’d always known. He was a part of her life. Her entire life.
“King?” Grace’s hand found mine, and I nodded.
I ran a hand over my face. This shouldn’t be a big deal. It shouldn’t bother me the way it did. I had to remind myself that he didn’t know I was his son. Remind myself that I had two parents who loved me. And a brother who’d been there for me.
“I’m sorry,” Morgan said.
“It’s not your fault.”
“It wasn’t his either,” Grace said.
Morgan’s eyes widened a fraction before she busied herself making coffee. She brought it over to the table and waved toward the chairs.
“None for me,” Grace said. “But thank you.”
“Do you want something else?” Morgan asked as Grace looked longingly at the cup.
“One cup is fine,” I reminded her.
“I know, but...”
Morgan looked between the two of us, confusion marring her brow.
“Grace is pregnant,” I said with a smile.
“King!” Grace hissed. She didn’t want anyone outside the club to know. She still planned on getting an abortion if the baby wasn’t mine.
“I’m going to be an aunt?” Morgan asked, her hands covering her cheeks. Her smile was so bright, I felt like an ass.
“I never thought I’d be an aunt,” she said with tears in her eyes.
Grace looked away.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Grace shook her head. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not. I shouldn’t have said anything yet.”
“Wh-what’s going on?” Morgan asked, her voice filled with concern. “Is something wrong with the baby?”
Grace straightened her shoulders and said, “I was raped a few weeks ago, and we aren’t sure if the baby is King’s or not. We have a few more weeks before we can take the test.”
