Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(117)

His face changed, softening, even under his harsh features, I didn’t have much time to contemplate this, as he advanced on me in a few quick strides. He surprised me by kneeling in front of me, his hands spanned my belly, he rested his head against it for a moment, then softly kissed me on top of the fabric. He stayed like that for awhile then stood, pulling my forehead to touch his, grey eyes searing into mine.

“Gwen. You, round with my baby, it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” His voice was rough, full of emotion.

I gazed into the eyes of the man I loved, unable to form words. The words to tell him how much I missed him, how it had felt like a physical pain to try and struggle through every day without him, how I wished he had been there to watch our baby grow inside me.

“I’m so sorry I took so long to get here baby, I’ve been thinking of you every day, every second. It has been killing me not seeing you, hearing your voice. Knowing you were in pain, knowing every day you were changing, our baby growing inside you. You don’t know the amount of times I considered chartering a f*cking jet to get to you.” His eyes searched my face. “It nearly shattered me, talking to your family, not being able to hear your voice, not being able to touch you, not being able to see your beautiful face.” His hand moved to cradle my belly. “Not being able to experience every second of our child growing inside you, that has been pure torture. I spent hours staring at that f*cking picture you left my refrigerator, staring at my baby.” His face was tortured and soft at the same time, his gaze was so full of emotion I couldn’t process it all.

“Say something please Gwen.” He pleaded.

I couldn’t. There was nothing I could say without letting myself shatter. So I pressed my mouth needing to feel our physical connection. He took over the second my mouth touched his, probing my mouth sliding his tongue along the seam. I yielded to him letting him inside clinging to him for dear life. The kiss went wild, savage. I ran my hands through his long hair, needing to touch more of him. His hands left a trail of fire over my belly, up to my breasts, squeezing them tightly. I cried out, surprised at how sensitive they were. He stopped instantly.

“Did I hurt you?” He loosened his hold on me a fraction, his eyes searching mine, full of concern.

I shook my head. “The opposite. You are the only person that can heal me.” I whispered. And that was it. My shield shattered into a thousand pieces and I collapsed against him. All of the pain that had been coiled so tightly stretched to every part of me, I sobbed into his jacket, barely noticing his arms wrap around me, hands stroking my hair. I don’t know how long we stayed like this I just clung to him for dear life, reveling in the strength he represented. I sniffled against him as he wiped the last of my tears from my face and kissed my head.

“Everything is going to be okay Gwen.” His voice was so strong, so sure, I actually believed him.



I stood in front of the mirror in my bra and undies rubbing the cream on my stomach that promised to reduce stretch marks, it bloody better. I had this stuff flown over from France, I really didn’t want stretch marks. It was late, after Cade had found me and I had cried every tear in my body we had slowly walked back to the house. He never let me go even for a second, as if he thought I would float away. When we got to the house, I was surprised to find I had more tears to shed with my family. It was exhausting, painful beyond belief but it helped. Not a lot, but a little. I still felt like I was bleeding from the inside out, but the pain lessened a bit, or maybe I became stronger. Either way, we gave Cade the tour, avoiding Ian’s old room like the plague, I was surprised to find that his bags had been deposited in my room without a word from my father. He had always been strict and unbendable about that certain rule. Later on in the night after a beer or two, he had proclaimed, “The jigs up Mouse, you’re pregnant, can’t see him staying in your rooms gonna change that much.”

I had felt flames across my face, and Amy had snorted with laughter. I froze and watched her, it was the first time she had laughed since it happened. My mother and father must’ve noticed as well but they were better at hiding their reactions. Even with the undercurrent of sorrow that seemed ever present at the table these days, it had been nice. Cade and my father got on like a house on fire, although I suspect Cade may have had words with my father before searching for me. My mother of course adored him from the get go. I was worried he might be overwhelmed, but he seemed completely comfortable, although his hand was still clutching mine, even though he could only eat with one hand. This was the case for me too, but I could barely nibble, so much was going through my brain. He noticed this, immediately let me go.

“Eat please babe. I know our baby is getting big and strong, but you need more meat on your bones.” He told me softly.

I nodded, he clasped my hand again and brought it to his mouth, kissing it softly before setting it down on the table, allowing me to pick up a knife and fork.

I put a couple bites in my mouth before I realized the table was silent. My mouth full I looked up to find everyone staring at Cade and me. My Mum’s eyes were full with tears, my fathers were on Cade full of respect, Amy’s full of happiness and something else.

“What?” I demanded through my food.

My mother’s eyes instantly narrowed.

“Gwen don’t talk with your mouth full, Cade will think we are savages.” She scolded.