Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He reached forward to swipe some of the icing, and I slapped his hand away. “No!” I yelled. “Travis, you can’t do that! That’s disgusting! People are planning to eat that!”
He laughed and kissed me again. He kneeled and kissed my belly. “You’re showing so much already,” he said. “Still no movement?”
I rolled my eyes. He was dying to feel the baby move. “Travis, I’m only eighteen weeks. I probably won’t feel anything until twenty weeks.”
He huffed and stood back up. He laced his fingers with mine and went to walk forward but then froze, his eyes squinting in Amy’s direction. “Am I hallucinating, or is Amy pregnant?”
I hadn’t told anyone that Amy was pregnant, and everyone here that knew was forced to secrecy by me and my dad. So, no one but the Bloody Royals knew about Amy and Luke’s baby. Hell, most of them didn’t even know the name of the father.
“Yeah; Amy’s pregnant,” I said.
He eyed me with calculating eyes. “You’re being awfully evasive, babe.”
I shrugged. “It’s not my place to talk about it.”
Amy came over with my dad, and she bit her lip when she saw Travis, nervousness radiating off of her in waves. “Amy, who’s the dad?” Travis asked her, not even bothering to say hello. Damn, he sure as hell wasn’t one to waste time in getting information that he wanted.
“Luke,” she said softly right as Luke walked up.
“What about—” Luke stopped as his eyes followed Travis’s eyes down to her belly that was being flaunted by the tight shirt that she had on. “Amy, what the fuck?” he asked her. “Why in the hell didn’t you fucking tell me?!” he roared.
“Because I knew you would try to be with me without facing your feelings first. If you couldn’t face your feelings for me, then I sure as hell wasn’t about to tie you down with a baby,” she snapped at him, getting angry.
Well-spoken, Amy. He couldn’t argue with that.
“Well, it’s a damn good thing that I decided to come here with Travis so I could tell you how I felt about you then, huh?” he asked, a smile coming to his lips. He reached forward and rubbed Amy’s belly. “Fuck, I’m a dad,” he whispered.
Travis rolled his eyes, pulling me into his arms. “I swear, my best friend can be so overdramatic.” Luke just shot him a cold look over his shoulder.
My dad stumbled closer to me. “Katie, I want to see if my cake will give me an orgasm!” he yelled, just about bursting my eardrum.
That was enough to send everyone running over to us, wanting some of the really big cake that Amy and I had spent all day yesterday making. Seeing this, my dad didn’t even waste time letting anyone sing him Happy Birthday so he could blow out the candles. He pulled out his pocketknife and cut him a slice, stuffing it into his mouth in three bites. I laughed. My dad was a damn pig. It was no wonder where I got it from.
“Was it enough to give you an orgasm?” Travis asked him, his chest shaking with silent laughter.
“Almost,” my dad said with his mouth full. “I bet I would have a damn good orgasm if I had another piece.”
Travis and I were outside. Most of the people were shit-faced drunk by then, and my dad was passed out somewhere after eating five slices of cake. The party was still going in full swing, and even though Travis and I hadn’t drank, we still had let loose and had fun. It was good to be back in his arms after three months apart.
I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I missed you so much,” I confessed. “I’m glad that you decided to come today.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I may have missed you getting the president patch, which I’m really sorry about, but I didn’t want to miss the party.”
“It’s fine,” I assured him.
He sighed and grabbed my hand in his. I gasped at the ring in his hand. It was a gorgeous, silver band with something engraved into it.
He blew out a soft breath, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my knuckles. “Katie, I love you. You’re everything in the world to me. I wouldn’t have been able to take over the Black Skulls without your support. Even though you were hours away from me, I still felt your support as if you were standing next to me the entire time. You always put aside your needs so that you could be there for me.” His eyes met mine. “I know at first we had a very rocky start, and I thought you were the biggest bitch to ever grace this Earth—I still think you’re the biggest bitch there is—" he said, chuckling, “but you’re the bitch that managed to find your way under my skin and into my heart. I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re perfect for me.”