Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(104)

“You get me in?” I demanded, maybe a little sharply. But I was worried about the health of my child.

“Got us an appointment in an hour.” She looked pleased with herself.

“Okay great thank you thank you!!” I didn’t stop pacing.

Amy leaned on the doorjam, looking more calm and collected than I could ever be.

“How can you be so calm?” I all but shrieked. “I am knocked up and it is so not planned. I haven’t even been with the father a year. I don’t even know if Barney’s carries a proper maternity line! I’m going to get fat, and my feet will swell. Holy f*ck, I won’t be able to wear heels and if I do I’ll look like Kim Kardashian.” I panicked, and glared at Amy who doesn’t look at all concerned about the very real possibly I could be facing elephant feet. And flats.

She strode over and gripped my arms, eyes twinkling. “Chill Gwennie. This is freaking awesome news.”

My eyes bugged out at her statement, and I opened my mouth to repeat everything I had just said, maybe a decibel louder so she could get it.

“I grant you maybe not the best timing.” She said quickly before I could get started. “But you have a man that friggin adores you, and will be over the f*cking moon about you having his bun in your oven. Not to mention, I will make sure we get you the most kick ass maternity wardrobe. I’ll research options today.” She said thoughtfully, and seriously.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but failing. “Okay, just tell me something to take my mind of my freakout.” I ordered, needing to be distracted.

She thought for a minute, then her face got serious. “Well, I’ve finally made up my mind about what’s happening with Ian and Brock.”

“WHAT?” I all but screeched, my mind well and truly off the bun in my oven.

Amy flinched at my yell but I ignored it. “When did you decide this? Oh my god did you choose Ian? Are we finally going to be sisters?” I asked, all but jumping up and down. She opened her mouth but I interrupted. “But then again, I really do like Brock. He is super dreamy and bad ass. And he’s one of Cade’s best friends, so I’ll finally have someone who can relate to all the bad ass biker shit.” Oh crap, I actually found myself conflicted about her decision, even with my brother and potential nieces and nephews on the line.

“Well?” I demanded impatiently.

I didn’t get to hear her answer because the front door opened and Bull strode in. No one knocked anymore. He did a chin lift to Amy then focused on me.

“Gwen girl, Cade wanted me to tell you he got held up. Also he wanted to make sure you were okay. What are you doing out of bed?” He clipped, glaring at Amy and I standing in the middle of the living room. His gaze moved down to his motorcycle boot, which was inches away from one of my pregnancy tests. I watched in horror as he picked it up, looked at the result and grinned.

I stomped over to him and snatched the test out of his hands. This was the first time I had seen Bull smile like ever. I hadn’t needed all my lame jokes after all. An illegitimate pregnancy made the f*cker happy.

“Eww Bull don’t touch that, it has my pee on it! How embarrassing.” I muttered, hiding the pee stick behind my back and glaring up at the dangerously handsome biker who was now wearing a shit eating grin.

“You pregnant babe?” He asked softly, happiness saturating his tone.

“Um looks to be the case big man.” I uttered quietly, nervous for his reaction. Even though it seemed he was pretty f*cking pleased. This was confirmed when he pulled me into a big bear hug and squeezed me tight against his hard body. I was shocked for a second, Bull had never physically embraced anyone since I had met him, he even shied away from it. I cautiously put my arms around him, not reaching very far because he was big.

Bull gently released me and kissed my hair. “Fucking great news Gwen.” He whispered, eyes shining with emotion I didn’t know he was capable of.

I smiled shyly back. “You think so? This wasn’t exactly planned, Cade might not…”

“Cade will be f*cking thrilled.” Bull cut me off sounding firm.

“Okay,” I said quietly, feeling better with how sure he sounded. He was his best friend, he was sure to know right?

“I hate to interrupt.” Amy cut in from behind me. “But Gwen how about you go and get changed and we will hit the pharmacy before we go to the docs, get you loaded up on all that pre natal shit.”

I turned to her. “Yeah that’s probably a good idea Abrams, this kids going to need all the vitamins it can get.” I replied stroking my stomach, still worried about the possible affect my love of alcohol could have had on my child’s development.

“You going to the doctors? What for?” Bull interrupted, sounding concerned.

Amy waved her hand. “Oh its nothing, we just need to make sure my little alcoholic over here hasn’t made her unborn child partial to cosmos inside the womb.” She said casually and I glared at her.

“It was a joke.” She rolled her eyes, “Like I said, Cade’s kid probably has a badass super sperm force field around it or something.”

I popped my eyes out at her. “I am not even going to deign that comment with a response.” She was cookcoo.

“I’m coming.” Bull declared.

“Seriously honey you don’t have to, its just a precaution.” I told him, thinking of Bull being present while a doctor puts that ultra sound thingy up my lady parts.