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She nods. “Tell me about it. I had plenty of reasons not to trust them but they won me over and wormed their way into my heart. Bastards. Now, are you gonna take this damn test or not?”

“Okay, okay,” I say, holding my hands up in surrender as I set my bag on the counter and step into one of the stalls. After I finish doing my business, I unlock the door and step out, my stomach rolling and my heart racing as I set the test on the counter and take a step back. Tate sets a timer on her phone and we both sigh, ready to wait for the results.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Tate studies me. “Morning sickness or nerves?”

“How could it be morning sickness at night?” I ask, shaking my head and she throws her head back and laughs.

“Oh, girl… you are in for a rude awakening. Morning sickness should be called all day long, constant, you don’t get no break, good luck eating for the next nine months sickness. But maybe that’s just me because I’m having twins.”

I nod, my mind racing with the possibility that there could be a little human growing inside my belly right now, a little perfect piece of Wyatt and me. Pressing a shaky hand over my heart, I suck in a breath.

“Oh my God, I’m so nervous… I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Just one more minute,” Tate says, trying to reassure me but as the words pour out of her mouth, it feels like an eternity. What the hell am I supposed to do for another minute?

“How did you find out you were pregnant?”

Tate laughs. “I threw up.”

“That’s it?” I ask, joining her in her laughter as she nods her head.

“Yeah. I have a freaking stomach of steel so when I threw up one morning and then felt completely fine for the rest of the day, I just knew. I took a test at the clubhouse and then I whispered the news to Lincoln as we were going home on his bike.” She laughs again. “I’ve never seen that man pull over so fast and he insisted that someone with a car come pick me up. Not even the threat of the taser worked to change his mind.”

I shake my head as a smile stretches across my face. “Y’all are something else.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, shrugging. “But it works for us. Lincoln likes that I’m a little crazy and I love the way he mellows me out like no one else can. And that he puts up with me ‘cause you know there aren’t many men who would.”

The timer on her phone goes off and my stomach flips as my heart jumps into my throat. I cover my eyes with my hand and shake my head.

“Just tell me… what does it say?”

When she doesn’t answer me right away, I open my eyes and look up. She flashes me a grin and my stomach does another flip. “Congrats, babe. You’ve got a little bun in the oven.”

A giggle bubbles out of me and I slap my hand over my mouth as tears well up in my eyes and warmth radiates from my chest. Glancing down at my flat belly, I pull the hand away from my lips and place it on my tummy as I try to wrap my mind around the news.

Oh my God.

I’m pregnant.

We’re a real family now.

“Shit,” Tate whispers, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around me. “I’m all fucking emotional already and now you’re going to make me cry.”

I hug her back, feeling so incredibly blessed in so many aspects of my life. Not only do I have Wyatt back but I was also welcomed back into his family and adopted by this group of bikers, who are so close and always there for each other and the one thing I know more than anything else is that this baby will be surrounded by so much love.

“I have to go home and tell Wyatt,” I whisper, shaking my head as I pull away from her and she quickly wipes a couple tears off of her cheeks as she nods.

“Yes, you do.” She reaches behind her and grabs the test off of the counter. “Here. Take this. Do you know how you’re going to do it?”

I shake my head. “No… I don’t know.”

“Luckily, I have you covered there, too. Come with me.”

Taking my hand, she starts pulling me out of the bathroom and I swipe my purse off the counter as she drags me to the door. Once we get back outside, she takes me back to her car and pops the trunk, pulling out a little onesie and handing it to me. I unfold the tiny piece of fabric and laugh when I read the message on the front.

Prospect