Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good? I had to fucking hear it from Eric, Lindsey.” His tone was filled with disapproval, his muscles tense beneath where I leaned against him.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. “I thought it would pass,” I mumbled.
He curled his other arm beneath my knees and lifted me against his chest before standing from the floor. “You’re going to bed. And you’re going to rest. Clear? I don’t want to see you up and about until I deem you’re ready to do so.”
“So bossy,” I tried teasing, but hell, it sounded weak and tired to my own ears. Probably sounded even worse to his overprotective, grumpy ass.
“If it means you’re taken care of, then fuck yes. I’m bossy.” He gently laid me on the bed before slipping my shoes off and covering me up. Then, he kneeled in front of me and pushed my hair back off my face before pressing a tender kiss to my eyebrow. A small smile tilted my lips despite how horrible I currently felt. “Get some sleep, darlin’. I’ll come up in a little while to check on you.”
I nodded and curled in a ball on my side. Sleep actually didn’t sound half bad at the moment; in fact, it sounded downright amazing.
Blink’s boots softly thumped across the wooden floors as he made his way to the door, and a moment later, I heard it click shut as he left.
I still didn’t feel much better when I woke up. I was groggy despite having slept for four damn hours, and my stomach still felt a little wishy-washy. Sighing, I sat up and rubbed at my gritty eyes. I hadn’t really been around anyone but the guys and Eric, so I couldn’t have caught a stomach bug. And I was damn sure I didn’t have food poisoning—been there, done that before.
The only option left was being pregnant.
My heart raced in my chest. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath, trying to keep the nausea at bay. It was a real possibility. It wasn’t like Blink and I had used a condom the first time we had sex, though we’d used them since then. And I knew that one time was all it took to get knocked up.
Fucking hell, my life was very well about to flip upside down. But I needed to slip out of the clubhouse and get to a store without Blink catching me first. Because if he did catch me, he would either one, send me right back to bed, or two, demand to take me to the store himself. And this was something I needed to deal with on my own for the time being.
I slipped off the bed and shoved my feet back into my sneakers before grabbing my wallet off the nightstand. When I got downstairs, it was weirdly quiet, and a glance outside showed all the bikes were gone except one.
“Blink, Carver, and Carter went to go deal with something,” Grit spoke up from behind me. Squeaking in alarm, I spun around to face him. He put his hands up. “Sorry, girly. Didn’t mean to frighten you.”
I placed my hand over my racing heart. “I need to run to the store,” I told him. “If Blink comes back before I get back, can you let him know where I went?”
Grit sighed. “He really doesn’t want you out and about without him. You know that.”
“I know, but I need to get some meds,” I lied. “I feel like shit.” At least, that wasn’t a lie. “I’ll go there and come right back. I promise.”
Grit grunted but nodded his head. “Go. And for the love of all that is fucking holy, be safe.”
I smiled. Grit was a grumpy asshole, but when he cared about someone, it showed. “I will. Promise.” Then, I slipped out of the clubhouse doors and rushed to my car. I just needed to make it back before Blink got home, and then all would be okay.
I stared down at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I’d known it was a possibility, but shit, having it confirmed…
I wasn’t prepared. Not in the slightest. Blink and I barely knew each other, and on top of all of that, he was dealing with a huge club issue. This wasn’t the time to be getting pregnant and bringing a baby into the world. I mean, fuck, Blink had gotten shot! He shouldn’t even be driving his bike, but that was an argument I’d lost three days after the shooting incident.
Was Blink even prepared to be a father? Because I didn’t think he was. He still struggled with having Eric around. But there was no turning back from this.
I was pregnant.
I shoved the test into my bag and then washed my hands. After splashing some cool water on my face, I left the bathroom and headed out to my car on autopilot. I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. Eventually, I would have to tell Blink. I couldn’t keep this from him. But would this be what made him toss me aside? Would a baby be too much for him to want to deal with?