Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(50)

He turns the shower off and jumps out. “Babe, wash the shampoo out first.”

He runs a hand through his hair then jumps back in, not even waiting for the water to get warm. I walk back into the room and grab my already packed overnight bag, and the smaller bag which is packed for Clover. When he runs out and starts to get dressed, I get into the shower and breathe through the contractions. Dex slides open the curtain. “How are you doing?”

“Okay. Can you call the hospital and let them know we’re on our way?”

He nods and leaves the bathroom. I turn the shower off and dry myself. I’m putting lotion onto my skin when Dex stops in front of me.

“Really? Do we have the time for this?”

I hide a smile. “I’m ready; I just have to put on my dress and some panties.”

He helps me dress, then we walk out of the room. Tracker walks towards us, drink in hand. “You okay?”

“She’s having a baby, no she’s not f*ckin’ okay,” Dex growls.

“Dex,” I snap.

Tracker’s eyes go wide, and he starts to stare at my crotch like the baby is going to drop out at any second. “I’ll go get the car ready.”

Rake walks over and holds my other side. “Say goodbye to your tight…”

“Do not even finish that sentence!” I snap at him. “Dex please hit him for me.”

“I will afterwards,” Dex replies, opening the front door for me. Tracker is standing by the car, with the doors wide open and the engine running. Dex helps me into the front seat and fastens the seat belt for me. Rake and Tracker both take turns kissing me on the forehead and wishing me good luck.

“You okay?” Dex asks as he reverses.

I breathe in and out. “So far so good. Luckily the hospital isn’t too far away though.”

Dex reaches over and takes my hand in his.

We’re almost at the hospital when I cry out. “Fuck!”

“What?” Dex yells, panicking.

“That contraction hurt. Oh my god! It hurt!” I say, trying to breathe through the pain.

Dex starts cursing. “We’re almost there babe.”

“This is all your fault!” I yell, looking for someone to blame for the pain I’m in.

“Babe, we’re here. You can yell at me all you want let’s just get you in there.”

And yell at him I did.

*****

Thirteen hours later, I hold an eight pound Clover Mary Black in my arms. With her father’s black hair and my hazel eyes, she is absolutely adorable. She has chubby cheeks and little pouty heart-shaped lips.

She’s perfect.

“You were amazing,” Dex tells me, blue eyes sparkling. “That was… something else.”

“Scarred for life are you?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

He scrubs a hand down his face. “You didn’t see it! A thick head of black hair stretching the shit out of your…”

“Dex!” I growl when the nurse starts to give him dirty looks.

He takes Clover from me, holding her in his large arms. “She’s so tiny. Is she meant to be this small?”

“She’s very healthy,” I tell him. “Everything is as it should be, don’t worry.”

I roll my eyes as he fiddles with the Wind Dragons baby beanie he had made for her. “Everyone wants to come in and see her, is that okay? Or do you want to wait?”

“Send them in, I don’t mind,” I reply, covering my breasts with the sheet. In fact, I can’t wait to show her off. How did I create something so perfect?

Cindy, Allie, and Jess rush in first while Tracker, Rake, Jim, Trace, and Vinnie trail in behind. The women ooh and ahh, and the men stare at her like they have no idea what they are meant to do with her.

“You did well, baby mama,” Tracker says. I notice him and Allie holding hands.

“Did you expect otherwise?” I ask with a raised brow.

He grins and shakes his head. “I think we know not to underestimate you.”

Dex gently drags a tattooed finger down Clover’s rosy cheek. “I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

Tracker puts his hand on Dex’s shoulder. “We have your back, brother, always.”

Rake puts his hand on his other shoulder. “You think anyone’s going to want to touch the Wind Dragons’ princess?”

I roll my eyes at their protectiveness. “Give the girl some room to breathe.”

Clover starts to cry, and Dex starts fussing over her. We all watch with wide eyes as he gently rocks her back to sleep.

“I’ve got this,” he grins smugly. Jim looks amused, wrapping his arms around Cindy and watching on.

Dex’s eyes find mine. “I’ve got this,” he repeats, kissing Clover on her forehead.

*****

We have six weeks of bliss before Dex has to go to court. Just as I had guessed, he got six months behind bars.

Six. Fucking. Months.

The day before he had to leave, I cried. I cried so much that Dex begged me to stop.

“Don’t cry Faye, I need to know that you’re going to be okay or I’m gonna go f*ckin’ crazy in there,” he says. He slides down onto his knees before me. “I need you to be strong for me.”

We make love frantically, then slow and gentle.