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Bayou Devils MC

Louisiana

“I was going to tell Lincoln with that but then I was too excited to wait and now that we’re having twins, I need to get another one made so you can just have that one.”

I smile as I stare at the words. “You should make these for all the kids. They’re freaking adorable.”

“Flip it over,” she says, grinning and I do, shaking my head at the club’s patch printed on the back. Oh, God, Wyatt is going to love this. “Ooh, here. I also have a gift bag you can put it in.”

“Jesus, woman.” I laugh as she pulls the bag out and takes the onesie from me to fold it and slips it into the bag. “Is there anything you don’t have in this car?”

She shakes her head, handing me the bag. “I like to be prepared.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her in another hug and she holds me tight before pulling back with a sniff.

“I swear to God, if you make me cry again…” She shakes her head. “These babies are turning me into a little baby.”

“No, no, you’re still one badass bitch.”

She narrows her eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Okay,” I answer with a laugh, holding my hand up as I back away from her. “I’m just going to go now. Try not to kill your husband tonight.”

Laughing, she walks around to the driver’s side door as I walk backward to my car. “I make no promises.”

We both slip behind the wheel and I watch her pull out of the parking lot before lowering the visor and staring at myself in the mirror as butterflies flutter through me and a huge smile stretches across my face. I can’t wait to tell Wyatt the news. He’s been acting weird again these past few days and I know the stress is getting to him again. Maybe we’ll go back to his parents’ house this weekend. It will give him a chance to relax again and we can tell them the good news about our new family member. I peek down at my stomach again and flatten my hand over my shirt.

“Hi, sweet baby… it’s your mama….” Tears fills my eyes and I shake my head, wiping them away as I pull out of the parking lot. I can’t wipe the smile from my face and the drive back to the house passes in a daze as I think about our baby - whether he will look like his daddy or she’ll look like me. I think about bringing him home for the first time and teaching her to walk and talk. I imagine a little girl that has her daddy absolutely wrapped around her finger and by the time I pull into the driveway, it feels like my heart is going to explode.

I grab the bag out of the passenger seat and slip the pregnancy test inside before climbing out and practically skipping up the front walk. Stepping into house, I scan the living room but I can’t see Wyatt.

Weird.

His truck and his bike are outside.

“Baby?” I call.

“Back in the bedroom.”

Grinning, I walk down the hallway and stop just outside of the nursery Wyatt started setting it up for me before trying to wipe the smile from my face. Once I get it under control, I walk into the room.

“Hey, baby,” he says, lying sideways across the bed as he watches a baseball game on TV and I smile. His gaze drops to the bag and he scowls. “What’s that for?”

“It’s for you. Could you turn off the game for a second?”

He nods, sitting up and turning the TV off before turning his full attention to me, concern all over his face. “What’s up?”

Without a word, I hand him the bag and my hands shake like crazy as my belly does another flip. How is he going to react? I know he wants this just as badly as I do but with all the stress going on right now, I’m not sure if he’ll think it’s such a good thing. Oh, God, what if he isn’t happy? What if he says it’s not the right time? We were so excited when we started trying but so much has changed since then. He sets the bag on the bed in front of him and reaches inside, pulling out the onesie first. His brows draw together as he unfolds it and holds it up in front of his face, reading the front. A confused gaze flicks to me and he forces a smile to his face.

“This is cute. Where did you get it?”

“Tate gave it to me.”

He nods, setting it down on the bed. “That’s cool. Did you tell her that we’re trying?”

“Wyatt,” I breathe, raising my eyebrows as I stare at him, hoping he’ll get the hint. God, men are clueless. He shakes his head and I point to the bag. “There’s one more thing in there.”

Reaching into the bag again, he pulls out the pregnancy test and his eyes widen as he stares down at it before his eyes lock with mine and his lips part. “Are you…?”