Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(127)
“Was expecting a f*cking explosion of pink and bows babe, prepared to live with it too, but this is perfect.” He told me after seeing the final product.
I was slightly affronted that he thought so little of my taste, but cut him some slack since I had turned his house into a warzone. And because he was putting up with my pregnant mood swings. Cade loved me being pregnant. Every time he was near me his hand would rest protectively on my belly, and he would talk to it when we were in bed. He even insisted on putting my stretch mark cream on. Me turning into a beached whale hadn’t dampened our sex life, if anything I was more horny, not that Cade complained. He couldn’t get enough, even dragging me off into a dark corner at the clubhouse during a party. He had bent me over against an old car and made me scream, luckily drowned out by ACDC.
Club business had been quiet also. They were out of guns completely and so far hadn’t had any backlash. Their security business was booming according to Cade, but he refused to take any assignments that would mean leaving me for even a night.
“Missed out on two months of your pregnancy Gwen, not missing a f*cking second more if I can help it.” He had told me in explanation.
Things between him and Steg had even improved. They had some kind of mutual understanding. They would never have that father and son bond back, but there was some form of respect. Steg was slowly proving me wrong about my first impressions, treating me with care ever since I had got home. He had been at the airport when we got back and hand given me a warm embrace and sincere words about my brother. And every time I saw him he kissed my head and asked the same question.
“How’s my little Templar going in there?” Meaning Bun. Since Cade was the closest thing he had to a son, our baby was going to be treated as his grandkid. I didn’t actually mind too much, especially since, to my shock Evie had taken on the grandmother role with everything she had. Not that anyone would ever mistake her for a grandmother. But she was always coming to the store, bringing baby gifts, (a pink ‘Sons of Templar’ onsie was my favorite so far) and had helped me oversee all of the renovations to Cade’s house. Not to mention she always brought whatever I was craving that week, even when for an entire week it was cottage cheese wraps with pumpkin seeds.
Luckily Cade was just as patient, I had made him leave the house at 2am to go and get me grapefruit, near tears.
So that led me back to now, after two amazing orgasms, but unfortunately no labor.
“Fuck.” I muttered, after coming down from my wave of pleasure.
“Not the response I’m used to getting babe.” Cade remarked dryly, from where he sat behind me. My back was resting against his chest and he was sitting up slightly against the headboard, his arms around my belly. It was the only comfortable, and humanly possible cuddle position thanks to my belly that should have its own sun.
“You know full well that was great.” I huffed. “But I thought in addition to an orgasm I might also get a baby out of me.”
I felt Cade’s chest vibrate as he laughed, hands caressing my stomach.
“She’ll come out when she’s ready. I bet she’s just stubborn like her mother.”
I rolled my eyes. Cade hadn’t always been so breezy about our child’s lack of eagerness to leave the womb. He had actually been worried out of his mind the day after the due date, dragging me to the doctors demanding to know if the baby was okay. After some reassurance he was calmed down. Although I thought he might’ve attempted to bring an ultrasound machine with him if he could’ve hid one under his cut.
Our post cotial cuddling was cut short when Cade and the guys had to go check on some security thing, he did tell me what it was, but I was currently neck deep in self pity, so I didn’t listen. It was too hot to be this pregnant! Cade had commanded me to either stay at the clubhouse with the remainder of guys left behind, or have someone drive me if I was going to go anywhere. Since I was bound to pop and any given moment Cade wouldn’t let me be alone. Considering the fact that my girth couldn’t fit behind a wheel anyway I didn’t have much choice.
A couple of hours later, after making Bull take me to get five ice creams, I was happily sucking away at number three while watching my boxed set of the Walking Dead on the clubs huge flat screen. I was hoping one of the frights I had been getting would shock the child out.
“That would never f*cking happen, you can’t get a head shot from that far away.” Bull growled from beside me.
“You’re seriously questioning the realism behind a program that is based on flesh eating zombies?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
I can tell he’s about to prepare a retort when his phone buzzed.
“Got it.” He bit after answering. He stood, strapping on his on gun.
“Gotta go sugar.” He kissed my head then moved his eyes behind me.
“Steg, you good to stay here with Gwen until the boys get back?”
“Sure.” Steg came into my line of sight, a warm smile looking weird on his harsh face. I hadn’t even realized he was here, I had assumed as the club president he would be heading whatever security mission they were on.
“See yah Gwen, try not to give birth while we’re gone.” Bull joked before heading for the door.
I flipped the bird to his retreating figure. But really I was just happy that this new Bull could even joke. Something had changed in him since I’d gotten back. He spoke more, spent more time with the guys instead of sitting alone with a bottle of Jack. He hadn’t quite progressed to laughing, but I could handle the dry jokes and occasional smiles if it meant he was getting better. The sound of his bike roaring off alerted me to the fact that its just Steg and me left. That would’ve left me quaking in my Choo’s normally, but since I was wearing flats, and starting to feel differently about the gruff club president I wasn’t set to have a panic attack. Didn’t mean I wasn’t slightly intimidated.