Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(124)

“Second to being inside you, this is the best feeling in the world.” He declared roughly.

I melted a little at that statement and rewarded Cade with a big smile. Something crossed over his features and his face turned serious. His hand went to his pocket and to my amazement he went down on one knee, revealing a box in his hand.

“Holy shit.” I whispered.

“Holy shit.” I repeated this time nearly yelling when I saw the white gold, princess cut, huge diamond ring sitting in a telltale powder blue box.

“Didn’t really plan on doing this at this exact moment, planned on doing this a lot earlier. The night before I found out you were pregnant actually.” Cade said hoarsely. “Honestly knew you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I am the happiest motherf*cker on earth to have you, to have our baby. Just need to give you my name and I’ll walk around beaming for the rest of our lives.”

I felt tears slide out of my eyes, and I hoped I wasn’t ugly crying in the middle of the most beautiful moment of my life.

“Marry me baby.” He whispered softly.

I just nodded my head through the tears so I wouldn’t say something soppy like ‘a thousand times yes,’ which is what I feel like screaming.

Cade grinned, sliding the perfect diamond on my finger before rising up to lay a scorcher on my lips. I heard the bikes stop beside us, remembering our audience.

“Holy shit did you just propose?” Amy screamed at Cade.

She squealed and leapt off the bike to hug us both. As soon as we were released she clutched my hand and inspected the ring, She let out a slow whistle.

“This is a seriously nice rock, custom Tiffany, three carats at least. The biker has taste.” She told him impressed.

I looked over her head at my father who was grinning from ear to ear.

He strode over, pulling me into his arms. “Happy mouse?” He asked into my hair.

“Yeah Daddy.” I whispered back.



“I feel like I could sleep for a week.” I declared collapsing on my bed, my bed back in Amber.

It had been a seriously big few days. We flew out from home a week after we got engaged, Mum insisted on throwing us a small engagement party with close friends and family. Needless to say my parents were over the moon for me, and I was surprised to learn that Cade had asked for my fathers blessing before popping the question. I didn’t think badass bikers asked permission for anything, including the hand of a girl who was already pregnant with his child. I said as much to Cade, and his face was unreadable when he answered me.

“I already asked your brother babe. Back when he was at home, knew I was going to marry you. Also knew how much he meant to you, wanted him to be down with me having you for life, he only took a little convincing.”

I was soccer punched by that answer, I stayed silent for about five minutes then let a single tear out. Before letting my man know just how amazing he was.

Still if my parents were at all nervous about the fact my fiancé and baby daddy was a huge, tattooed biker, they didn’t act it. They treated him like family already, which was amazing. He had wanted to marry me right there and then, but I argued that I didn’t want to have a shotgun wedding and also I couldn’t fit into a Vera Wang. He didn’t care too much about Vera, no scratch that he didn’t care about Vera at all, he certainly didn’t give a crap about a shotgun wedding. I managed to convince him to wait until after the baby was born and I had enough time to squeeze my post partum body into my dream wedding gown.

It was emotional goodbye for us to say the least. Amy and I had let my home be the cushion for our grief and were reluctant to leave it. I was near heartbroken to leave my parents. But they promised they would be over before the baby was born. Mum would’ve hopped on the plane with me, but Dad convinced her Cade and I needed time alone.

After an exhausting goodbye and a long flight we were greeted by an army at the airport. I swear the entire club, plus Rosie and the girls took up the entire arrivals gate. I was overwhelmed but I managed to keep back the waterworks as I was pulled into countless rough hugs and forehead kisses. Not to mention the escort of motorbikes which followed us home. Although they must’ve guessed we needed rest since no one stopped.



Cade chuckled, joining me and gathered me in his arms.

“Considering you slept the entire plane ride, I find that surprising.”

I raised my head from where it had been resting comfortably on his beautiful sculpted chest. “Hey pregnant women need their sleep!” My gaze wavered back down to his torso, encased in his standard black tee muscles bursting out.

“But maybe not right now, I’m feeling a burst of energy.” I said, pushing up his tee.





Chapter 20


Five months later


“Fuck, cocksucker, *!!!” I yelled, glaring down at the fork I had just dropped. Stupid chubby pregnancy fingers.

“Now that’s the kind of language I like to hear on a pregnant woman.”

I directed my glare at the owner of the voice. Brock stood with his arms crossed leaning against the door of the kitchen.

“Trust me, your vocabulary would be a hell of a lot more colorful if you were one week overdue, fat, frustrated and couldn’t even see your toes let alone touch them.” I hissed. “Stop staring at me with that stupid grin and pick up my fork for me.” I pointed to the floor, while continuing to glare.