Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(123)

“Your father, believe it or not is teaching Amy how to ride a quad bike.”

My mouth dropped open, luckily I had swallowed my food already.

“No way?” I pushed my chair back, my breakfast forgotten. “I’ve gotta see this!”

“They’re out at the back paddock, you want to take the truck?” Mum smiled. I was guessing she’d already seen the spectacle.

I grabbed my jacket, slipping on some gumboots, Pink Hunter boots mind you.

“No I’ll just take a bike.” I glanced at Cade, who up until now had been smirking into his breakfast, now he was glaring at me.

I gestured the universal ‘come on’ at him. “Hurry up, don’t you want to see this? We’ve got two more bikes in the shed.” I yanked up my second boot and straightened, opening the door. Moving at his usual macho speed of light, Cade was beside me, blocking my way, arms crossed. Now it was my turn to frown.

“What you doing big man? Put your boots on or I’m leaving without you.” I was already figuring out tactics to get around him.

“You’re not going anywhere on a f*ckin bike.” He declared.

I paused, mid tickling strategy. “What are you talking about? It’s the quickest way to get up there.”

“Jesus Christ Gwen you’re almost five months pregnant you aren’t getting on a four wheeler.” Cade all but exploded.

“Yeah I’ve noticed considering my bellies grown a bit. Its not like I’m hopping on a dirt bike to go trail riding. It’s a four wheeler and its pretty much straight flat to get to the paddock.” I told him impatiently.

“Its not safe.” He bit out through gritted teeth.

“Its no less safe than driving in a car, I’ve been on four wheelers since I was a kid Cade, I know what I’m doing.” I glared at him. “Mum a little help here, tell him.” I whined, looking over to the woman that should be sticking up for me, given she birthed me, but the kitchen was empty. “That witch, she got out of here as soon as this started. My own mother.” I muttered, disgusted.

I tried to push at Cades rock hard abs, while trying not to run my hands under his t shirt and forget about the whole thing. What was I angry about again?

“For f*cks sake Gwen, you’re arguing about our child’s safety here, just take the f*cking truck.” His voice was a near yell.

Oh yeah that’s why. “Our child is not in any danger. I’m not an idiot, I don’t go more than 30 and stick to the even terrain. And Dad or Mum are usually always with me.” I told him defensively.

“What?” His voice turned dangerously quiet. Oh shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have alluded to the fact I had already been doing this for months.

“You’re not telling me you’ve been riding on one the entire time.” I wouldn’t be surprised if steam came out his ears.

“Well I don’t have my magic carpet to safely fly me around, so it’s my own means of transportation.” I shot at him sarcastically.

“Don’t get cute.” He warned. “What if something had happened to you?” He hissed.

“It didn’t.”

“What if it f*cking did?” He bellowed. “Do you have any idea how I would cope if something happened to either of you?”

I didn’t answer because I was guessing it was a rhetorical question.

“I’d be f*cking ruined! The thought of you crashing.” He visibly shuddered. I started to feel a bit bad, reaching up to stroke his arm.

“Nothing happened, and nothing will. I’m not risking Bun. Dad even makes me wear a helmet.” I scrunched my nose up.

“I’m serious Gwen. Just take the truck please.” His voice was more even now, but still rough with worry and anger.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But hurry up. It doesn’t take long to master the art of a four wheeler and I don’t want to miss the swearing and tantrum throwing before she gets the hang of it.” I tried to push past him but he grasped my hips.

“Thank you baby.” His voice was soft now, and any residual irritation I had been harboring for his over protectiveness melted away. “Oh and knowing you can handle a four wheeler? Hot as f*ck.” Cade’s eyes roughly glazed over as he yanked me in for a rough kiss.



Turned out we did miss the swearing phase, because surprisingly, Amy was a natural. She rode around like a mad woman, skidding around corners with no fear, screaming with delight like a child, my dad laughing beside her.

It sent a warm feeling through my bones to see them both happy again. But I couldn’t help but pout like a child as I watched from beside Cade unable to join in on the fun.

“I would be out there with her having fun if it wasn’t for you.” I whined.

Cade kissed my head. “I’m not apologizing baby. Even if you weren’t pregnant I wouldn’t want you out there with that crazy woman.” He watched Amy with a frown.

I scowled at him, “I wasn’t talking to you.” I looked down at my stomach, “It’s a good thing I love you Bun or else it would seriously be a baby mullet.” Apparently Bun had an opinion on my baby mullet plans because she chose that moment to kick furiously. I took Cades hand and put it over the spot where she was playing soccer with my uterus. I watched as a soft look went over my hard bikers features, eyes wide in amazement.