Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(126)
“How about I take you upstairs and show you just how sexy you are.” Cade whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck, his hand sliding up my dress.
I leaned my head against his shoulder, and let out a slight whimper.
“Well sex is another thing on my list to get this little girl out.” I told him slowly.
Cade growled and picked me up directing us towards his room.
It had been and roller coaster few months. It was amazing to be back, surrounded by my dysfunctional biker family, and back at my store for some normality. I was beyond happy with Cade, even if his normal crazy protectiveness had been ramped up due to the human growing in my stomach.
That protectiveness seemed to have extended to every member of the club as well, considering the fact there was almost always someone around. Rosie and the girls had been amazing, treating me exactly as before, apart from they handing me orange juice instead of margarita when we were poolside.
The whole town seemed to have rallied around me, I had constant visitors to the store, just coming in to chat, see how the pregnancy was coming along.
Luke was almost a daily visitor, bringing me a muffin every time he stopped by. My appetite being the way it was, I almost offered to have his child every time he handed me the ball of delight, I would have except…you know. Amy seemed to be back to her colorful self, or she was doing a real good job of hiding her grief. She didn’t say a word about Brock to me, even though there was more than a few meaningful glances from both sides, I had watched him pull her away for more than a few heated conversations. Whether she thought I would judge her or not, she remained silent on the subject and I didn’t want to push it. Not that I did judge her, she deserved happiness, wherever she found it. And I also had realized she never told me who she was choosing before all the shit went down.
There was still a dark cloud that hovered over my happiness though. Sometimes I would be doing something normal like cooking dinner and the loss of Ian would creep up on me, the pain slicing through like a knife. Sometimes it would last for a moment, other times I struggled to get through the day. I spoke to my parents regularly. They were keeping busy, always doing something, going somewhere, but they were struggling. I would hear it when my mothers voice started to crack on the phone, or when my father spoke just a little to rough. I kept waiting for it to get easier, it didn’t. I guess I just had to get stronger, and maybe remembering Ian wouldn’t hurt quite so much.
The baby was something for me to focus on, to look forward to and alternately freak the f*ck out about. After much debating, Cade and I had decided we would live out at his place. I hated the fact I felt like I was abandoning Amy, especially since we hadn’t even lived in our house a year, but she convinced me she didn’t mind.
“Seriously Gwen, I love you and living with you is the best, but I like my beauty sleep so you’re practically doing me a favor by taking you and your future child somewhere I don’t have to hear it screaming at 2am.” She joked. “And it means we’ve got another redecorating job on our hands. Got to revamp Cades bachelor pad so it’s suitable for you and Supe.
I agreed with her on that one. Cade’s house was nice, and more than big enough for the three of us but its décor screamed single man. I had expected some argument from Cade on that score but he had just kissed me on the head and said; “Do whatever you want to make it a home for you and Bun. Just don’t do anything with the f*cking TV.”
What I did get an argument about was who was paying. I had been more than happy to finance the renovation considering I was the one insisting on it, but Cade got seriously defensive when I mentioned it.
“You are my woman, and this is my baby, I will take care of you both, you aren’t paying a f*cking cent.” He had declared over the dinner table. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, I had expected nothing less from the macho man.
“Cade its not like I don’t have the money, and I think you underestimate my freakish ability to spend. I can pay.” I don’t even know why I even tried to argue. Cade’s eyes had narrowed. “I know all about your spending habits Gwen, I’ve seen your f*cking closet. I’ve also seen where you grew up, the car you drive and the house you brought. Its not lost on me you come from money. But the moment you became my woman, the moment I put that baby inside you and that ring on your finger, those moments meant I take care of you in every way. Including bankrolling whatever crazy shit you’ve got thought up for this house. I got money babe, I’m more than able to keep you in the lifestyle in which you are accustomed.” I opened my mouth at this point to argue with his prehistoric ideas but he stopped me. “I know that doesn’t make you happy, but how about you put your money towards our little girls future, like her college fund and no doubt to fund an addiction to expensive clothing she will inherit from her mother.”
I had stewed on that for a moment, deciding not to fight over something he obviously wasn’t budging on. He was also right, my little girl was going to be clad in designer from birth.
So Amy and I had taken a trip to LA to hit this baby furniture boutique that we had found online and shopped up a storm, with Cades credit card.
I decided to fit out the baby’s room in neutral colours, no tacky pink screaming everywhere. We put the nursery in the back room of Cades house, it was big, had heaps of natural light and a view of the ocean. I had it painted all white, then got one wall painted with a tree of life design. It was a golden brown, simple, taking up the entire wall, its roots crawling from one edge of the room to another. No leaves, a symbol of eternal life, like the tattoo my brother had on his back. I had Cades hardwood floors polished and varnished and they looked amazing. I had a huge sheepskin rug shipped over from NZ so my feet could feet home and put it in the middle of the room. The crib was white, and old fashioned, with white frilled bedding and a huge butterfly mobile hanging above it. I had a white wicker rocking chair sitting beside the crib, my Mum used to always talk about rocking me to sleep so I wanted the same for my baby. There was a big wicker sofa in the corner that had a light pink afghan thrown on top of it, and hand printed butterfly cushions. There was changing table underneath the window and a huge old free standing wardrobe beside it. I loved the room and so did Cade.