Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(120)
I took a huge inhale and let the scent dance into my nostrils before Amy snatched the cup away from me and sat at the table.
“Seriously Mouse, I don’t know why you torture yourself with that every morning. You can be a weird kid sometimes. Just drink decaf if you are that addicted to the stuff.” Dad entered the room smiling, kissing me on the forehead.
“I’ll drink decaf when you drink non alcoholic beer.” I told him, turning back to my pancakes
“The day I drink that horseshit is the day hell freezes over.” My father proclaimed with ferocity, before pouring his own coffee, as if to taunt me.
“Decaf.” I muttered to the pan in disgust. I flipped a pancake onto a plate and was preparing to pour another one when I felt it. I grabbed my stomach, the glass jug slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor. Cade was by my side in a second, Dad was on his feet phone in hand. I was impressed with their reflexes.
“What’s wrong Gwen?” Cade looked terrified with his eyes glued at my stomach.
“I’m calling the doctor.” Dad declared.
I smiled, catching them both off guard. “I’m fine both of your calm down, Dad hang up the phone.” I grasped Cades hand and put in over my belly. His eyes widened. “She just caught me by surprise that’s all.” I said softly relishing the feeling of my baby kicking at Cades hand.
Cade seemed hypnotized for a second then he shook his head, he didn’t move his hand from my belly but he put the other under my legs and carried me to the table.
“I don’t want you cutting yourself.” He explained, a twinkle in his eye, I knew he was remembering back to a time not so different than this, apart from the fact I was carrying his spawn now. Our moment was broken when Dad and Amy rushed over.
“Supes kicking let me feel!” Amy demanded placing her hand beside Cade’s.
“Gotta know if my grandkid’s gonna be an All Black.” Dad put his hand there too.
Three heads looked up at me smirking before they released their hands, well actually two did. One very masculine, tattooed hand stayed sprawled over my swollen belly. I covered it with my own, looking into the grey eyes of my man, his expression sending a warm feeling to my toes. We stayed like that, staring at each other silently enforcing a bond that would keep us connected forever. The little person inside me that we both created out of love, the baby that will forever be ours and would be loved by countless people. Cade framed my face and pressed a firm but chaste kiss on my lips.
My father, bless him, broke the moment. “What are you two lovebirds up to today?” He asked his tone light, and happy. Not that fake cheerfulness that he had ben putting on for two months, protecting his girls from the depths of his grief, being strong for us. No this was genuine, the warm feeling continued to sneak its way into my heart, then I did something I hadn’t genuinely done for two months. I smiled. “Well father, I thought I could show Cade around town, then go for a drive up to Malcom’s peak.” I informed him, turning to Cade I continued. “Let’s see how you handle New Zealand life my hunky American.”
“Nice meeting you Cade, you’re not a bad bloke…for a Yank. You take care of this girl.” Gray barked at Cade gruffly, giving him a firm handshake. His eyes softened towards me and then to my belly.
“This baby comes home with an accent, we got problems.” He roughly kissed my head then sauntered off to his table. I giggled and looked over to Cade, who just shook his head and takes a pull of his beer.
It had been an eventful day, showing Cade ‘around town’ didn’t take long considering our town consisted of one main street, a handful of shops and three cafes. That didn’t mean we weren’t busy. We stopped off for a coffee, and as was per usual in a small town such as ours, we bumped into a thousand people I knew. This normally didn’t bother me too much, considering I didn’t make it home much and I genuinely liked most of the people from home. But this was one of the first times I had been out and about since the funeral. I hated the sympathetic glances, the hand squeezing, the ‘how are you holding ups?’ everyone meant well but it was suffocating. Thankfully I had a hunky biker who distracted most of the well meaning locals away from their pity party and into a full scale interrogation. With some overly friendly arm touches and eye f*cking from the younger, female, generation. I had narrowed my eyes at this and stuck my belly out rubbing it in front of them, communicating that I was pregnant with his child. Some people. Thankfully we escaped unscathed and spent the rest of the day driving around the countryside, even Cades usual hard exterior cracked taking in the beauty of home. I could tell he liked ‘Malcolm’s Point’ considering he stood taking in the view of our little valley silently for a good five minutes before jumping me and making love to me on the bonnet of my Dad’s truck. It was amazing. Apart from the fact I was slightly worried my fat pregnant ass would make a huge dint that would be hard to explain.
After those activities I figured Cade would be thirsty so I took him to our local pub. On arrival we were swamped down with greetings, hugs (for me), firm handshakes and back slaps (for Cade). The reception was slightly different from that of the café, as the patrons here tended to be old, gruff, farmers and laborers who didn’t drool all over my drool worthy man and hand out condolences. Instead they gave Cade wary looks, glancing at his attire and tattoos’ with speculation, and more than a little protectiveness. A lot of these men knew and respected not only my father but also my…Ian. Which meant they took it upon themselves to be secondary protectors of my honor. Sweet but also annoying. Especially when your 15 and hanging out at the only 24 hour fast food joint at 3 in the morning, more than a little tipsy, and one of the men happen upon you then take it upon themselves to drag you home.