Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(106)

“I can give you a picture to show him if you want?” Sarah said, pressing some buttons on the monitor.

“That would be awesome.” I replied my eyes fixed on the screen.

My little moment with my unborn child was interrupted.

“Hi is this the Barney’s children’s department? This is Amy Abrams, I need to have the latest baby collections sent to me. Unisex please. But no yellow.”



I left the examination room clutching the little roll of pictures tightly, Amy chattering excitedly beside me.

“See I told you! That baby is strong as an ox! Nothings going to get that little Super baby down. And did you hear the doc, two months? You had that bun in your oven when you were kidnapped, and it still stayed strong. You are going to have your hands full with this kid.” Her eyes were glued to her phone, online shopping no doubt.

She was not wrong. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine, my baby was healthy. Our baby would be perfect. We approached Bull and he stepped forward, looking slightly anxious. I beamed at him and thrust the pictures in his face.

“Look! This is our baby, you can actually see it. Like eyes nose everything. Isn’t it cute?” I waved the pictures in his face, which obviously wasn’t working for him because he grabbed my wrist to carefully take them out of my hand and study them closely. The depth of emotion on this tough, usually staunch man was staggering. I watched as his eyes turned tortured, I could see he was thinking of a moment, if the past had been different. A moment where it would be his baby he was looking at, had Laurie not been murdered. Tears welled up in my eyes and I reached for Bull’s arm, but was interrupted by a loud and familiar voice.

“Bull! Gwen! Yo!” Lucky strode towards us with his usual grin. Oh shit, I don’t need another one of Cade’s brothers finding out about our little bundle of joy before he did. What is he doing at the doctors anyway? Isn’t he some badass that refuses to acknowledge he isn’t indestructible? Maybe all those dalliances with various women was catching up with him. I tried to snatch the photo out of Bull’s hand but was too late.

“What are you guys all doing here? I heard Gwen was sick, shit is it serious?” Lucky approached and his grin turned to concern, he then glanced at what Bull had in his hand. He snatched it.

“What do we have here that you are looking at so intently, I hope its not any naked photos…” he stopped short when he got a look at the little piece of paper. I watched as his mouth opened in shock.

“Seriously you guys are into some sick shit...” he began, then a grin spread across his face.

“Holy shit, Princess you’re pregnant?” He all but yelled.

I winced as people started to look our way.

“Try not to announce it to the whole town Lucky, Cade doesn’t even know yet.” I scolded quietly.

Lucky ignored me and pulled me into his arms. “This is f*cking great! You guys having a kid, I mean f*ck! This calls for celebration, we’re having a party. Tonight!” He decided, putting me down.

“Um no party tonight.” I argued, ignoring the slight falter in Lucky’s smile.

“I want to tell Cade first. Alone.”

Lucky smirked. “Fair enough Princess. I can imagine his reaction might not be suitable for a whole party full of people.”

I poked my tongue out him, forgetting for a moment that I was a mother now and shouldn’t be doing such immature things. He slung an arm around my shoulder and patted my belly softly.

“Real mature Princess, think you might have to find better comebacks, since you’re going to be a Mom and all.” He laughed as our crew walked out the door.

“I’m going to be a Mum.” I corrected him, “My child is growing up half kiwi you know.”

“Yeah he’s also growing up half Templar.” He winked. I just rolled my eyes and ignored the ‘he’ in that sentence. Why are men also convinced women are having boys?



The aroma of garlic and chicken wafting around my nostrils made my stomach roll slightly, but I ignored it. I was too excited about the fact that Cade would be home any minute and I would get to tell him about the baby. I was still nervous, like really nervous about his reaction, but the boys had quelled my nerves slightly. I had decided to make him a delicious dinner at his house, partly because we hadn’t been here in awhile and partly because I wanted us completely alone to (hopefully) celebrate. I had stuck the ultrasound photo on the fridge, hoping he would notice it when he went to get his beer. Which was pretty much the first thing he did when he got home, well after making out with me that was.

I got the chicken out of the oven, turning my head away from the smell. Morning sickness my ass. I had thrown up twice this afternoon, which didn’t bode well for the rest of my pregnancy. Figures Cade’s child would be a handful, even in the womb. My stomach dropped for a different kind of reason, hearing the telltale sound of Harley pipes coming down the driveway. My nerves were interrupted by my cellphone ringing. I picked it up, intending to ignore the call until I saw who it was.

“Matt! How the heck are you stranger?” I greeted warmly.

“Hey sweetheart.” Matt returned, tone unusual.

Matt was the officer who found me after my attack. He had taken me to the hospital and stayed with me until Amy had arrived. He also visited me the day I woke up. He was sweet, and caring and helped me get through my therapy. We had become great friends, although I hadn’t heard from him since I moved.