I dig my fingers into his abs.“Now I am.”
We take the left-hand turn toward the clubhouse and I realize we’re going back to where it all started.The ride out there is special.It takes the same amount of time as normal, but I see the sights clearer and notice the smells more.
Pulling into the clubhouse, I notice there’s no one there but us and probably Caelin.It’s nice to know we’ll have the place to ourselves.
He parks in one of the garages and helps me off. He wraps his index finger around my pinky.It’s sweet and I smile as we walk along the hallway together.When we get to his dorm, he opens it with his code.
“You wanna nap?”He questions.“We’re going to nap.”
My eyes are heavy thinking about it.“Yes, please.”
With the care I’ve come to expect from Bishop, he undresses both of us before leading me over to the bed.He has a seat, dragging me in between his legs.“You have a belly today,” he whispers, cupping my stomach in his hands.“I haven’t noticed it before.”
Glancing down at him, I realize he’s correct.My skin is tight and stretched in a way it hasn’t been previously.There’s a definite outward slope.“Me neither.”I grin down at him.“This is surreal.”
“It really is,” he whispers before dropping a kiss onto the distended flesh.“We’re going to make this work.It’s not going to be easy, but it’ll be worth it, Harley.I promise.”
“I know.”I lean down, kissing his forehead.“I have no fear when it comes to you.It’s me I’m scared for.What do I know about being a mother?I’ve always been the slightly crazier of me and Justice.”
“Nah, you were the fearless one.Always have been.You are your grandmother made over.You worry, but you show no fear.You’ll go to war for anyone you care about and I can’t wait to see you go to war for our kid.”
“To go to war, I need to get some sleep,” I remind him, yawning again.
He lies back, bringing me with him.I gratefully snuggle into his chest, resting my head above where the beat of his heart reminds me that we’re in this together.As I drift off, I know there’s no one else I’d rather be with.No matter how scared I am, I know that Bishop’s always got me.
“What are you going to do about your hair?”Mom asks as the group of us sit at Christine’s salon.
“What do you mean?”
“She means you can’t be messing with the bleach while you’re pregnant.The blond you like your hair to be requires the roots to be bleached,” Christine explains.
“Well shit, I didn’t even think about that.I guess I could go dark.No bleach for that.”I shrug.“My real hair color is so drab, I gotta have something slightly different.”
“We’ll look less like twins than we ever have,” Justice quips.“You’ll have a stomach, dark hair, a baby on your hip.A country song, if you will.”
“Some days I really hate having a twin.”I throw back at her.“Today is one of them.”
She smiles, tilting her head to the side.“Love you, sis.”
“Yeah, yeah.”