The guy, Micky, looks at me sharply, and I give him a finger salute before I gently press the shirt I stole from my boyfriend down, showing the slight bump, and he groans, dropping his head back.
“Crusher!” Bellmay snaps, and I look his way to see his eyes on me. I smile widely at him, even though I am still made at him. I’ve missed him and he just shakes his head as his brother storms over to Micky, who doesn’t put up a fight, seeing he’s outnumbered.
“Little bird,” Bell says tensely, and I grin and say, “Hey, darling, what took you so long?” giving him sass, knowing he needs me to distract him and show him I’m not hurt before he explodes.
All the brothers laugh, some shocked by my reaction, and he shakes his head before he mutters, “Brat,” as he storms over to me and I walk into his body, meeting him halfway.
“I’m still mad at you,” I mutter as I grip the back of his cut and lay my head on his chest.
He hums and asks, “Because I left again this morning without waking you?”
“Hmm,” I agree, “that and you haven’t touched me in a week and momma has needs, Bellamy, like, I need you at least four times tonight kind of needs.”
His chest rumbles against my ear as he chuckles before I hear, “Fuck, she instantly calms him and when was the last time we’ve heard him laugh?”
“Fuck you scared me, baby,” he whispers against my head, and I sigh as I tighten my arms around his waist.
“I’m okay, though you are late,” I say, “I thought you’d be here at least forty minutes ago and I’m starved.”
“Fucking brat,” he mutters against my head, and I chuckle slightly as he pulls back, then wraps his arm around me before we face his brothers, who all look at us, mouths gaping.
“Hi,” I say with a slight wave, and some guy says, “I like her,” and I shake my head.
“I hear that a lot,” I mutter, and everyone laughs while Bellamy cups my cheek and locks eyes with me.
“Fancy drinks and a juicy burger at the bar with my brothers?” he asks, “Or are you tired?”
“Fuck, he called us brothers, that’s a good sign right?” I hear another guy grunt, but my boyfriend ignores him and keeps his focus on me.
I smile and say, “A few drinks to hear about your childhood while I stuff my face before a big old nap with you sounds good to me.”
Bellamy groans while the brothers laugh. He gently guides me towards the door while some men tie up the three guys who are alive.
“I thought I said I didn’t want you shooting anyone in front of me,” I say as we pass the guy that was shot, who is now covered by a sheet thankfully.
“I didn’t shoot him,” Bell instantly denies, “Blade did.”
I narrow my eyes at Blade, who instantly puts his hand up in innocence and reminds Bell, “Brother, she breaks fucking dicks!”
Bellamy laughs, shocking his brothers but he ignores their reaction, tightens his arm around my waist, and leads me down the street toward the bar. Most of the group follows, with only a few hanging back.
I notice Mom cry out in the distance when she sees me unharmed while Dad glares at me, making me pause in my step, causing everyone else to stop behind us.
“Dad knows I didn’t get kidnapped on purpose, right? I mean, it was apparently four against one, so I couldn’t exactly try to run…” I say, eyeing my dad with caution.
“Dad let slip about the baby,” Bellamy admits as he gently rubs my stomach, which makes me melt because he hasn’t done it in a week before what he said registers.
“Oh crap,” I mutter before I ask, “Do you think you can let those guys take me again?”
Bellamy rolls his eyes while the brothers laugh, and Dad calls, “Drew Mary Taylor, get your ass here now!”
“Double crap, he middle-named me,” I whisper, and Bell’s body shakes with silent laughter, and I shove him, making him stumble, and his brothers laugh louder.
Assholes, the lot of them.
“Daddy, I was kidnapped. Can we do this later?” I try as we get close, and Bell’s laughter escapes as Dad raises a brow and reminds me, “We both know Cage would have found you, so don’t try that with me, you weren’t scared.”
I wince before I sigh and admit, “Okay, no, I wasn’t scared, if anything I was bored and hungry,” and he hums but his face softens when I confess, “I wasn’t ready to tell you and Mom because I was still trying to get my head around the fact I’m having a baby way before I’m ready.”
