Chapter 22
Moon
"Hey Pops, I'm sorry for waking you, I know it's late..."
"It's never too late for my MoonShine to call. Especially if something is going on. You alright Darlin'?"
"I need to blow off some steam."
"Okay Honey, we can talk about it when you get here," he replies knowing what our code words mean.
When I arrive at the farm, Pops is waiting on me on the front porch, sitting in one of his rocking chairs. He must see the panicked look on my face because instead of letting me come to him like usual, he meets me on the porch steps. He offers me his hand to help me up the couple of stairs.
"I'm fine, the meds Doc has me on make me barely even feel my stitches," I tell him as he helps me anyway before pulling me into a Pops hug. Nothing beats a Pops hug. After a few seconds, he pulls away from the hug leading me to the rocking chairs.
"What's going on, Sweetheart? Is this about your Dad? I get it. I miss him too. I've been going through bodies like crazy these last couple of days." He tells me as he sits in his rocking chair and I sit in the one beside it.
"Yes and no," I tell him letting out a deep breath before I look into the distance, not being able to see far in the pitch-black darkness.
"What's wrong, MoonShine?" Pops asks again, still in a gentle tone. He's being soft and patient as usual which is a side of him no one else ever really sees other than me.
I glance over at Pops, locking eyes with his concerned ones, and everything I had been holding back spills right over.
"I'm pregnant, Pops. And before you ask, yes it's Dagger's. I haven't slept with anyone else. It looks like a peanut on the screen thingy and has a heartbeat. I don't know how to be a mom. Shit, my mom died and my dad wasn't the most ideal picture of a parent either. How do I know I won't fuck a kid up, Pops? I'm scared." I spew out so fast, I'm not even sure if he understood every word for a second, that is until he rests his hand on my knee comfortingly.
"I understand being stressed. A baby is a big responsibility. I remember your dad came to me, around this time, twenty years ago scared out his mind over the same thing you are right now. He showed up on my porch with you on his hip and panic in his eyes. Darlin’ you need to know that he would want you to keep the baby and so would your momma. And of course, you've always got my support and the support of the club... What did Dagger say when you told him?" I look up at him in response, not saying anything just looking at him.
"Shit, you haven't told him anything yet?"
"I'm not sure how he'll react, Pops. I'm scared."
"It's a joint decision, you have to trust him to be a man and take care of you and his child like he's supposed to. I can't imagine him not being happy, that man loves you more than anything. He loves you even more than the club, he was willing to give up everything for you. Give him a little credit and allow him to support you, he may surprise you." Pops says and I nod, my eyes misty. All this stress and anxiety can't be good for the baby, I have to tell him even if it's just to get it all off my chest.
"Alright, now that's enough of that. I have a wild one around back for you. An old buddy of mine caught him trying to traffic young girls across the border into Mexico. His phone was filled with horrific child pornography and torture films. He was making and selling before trying to take them over the border into Mexico to sell to the highest bidder. We are looking into who the buyers are now. They'll be in the shed next." He says, burning rage taking over his expression.
"I say we take this one together, like old times," I say with a smirk.
"No, you finish him off MoonShine. I know you need it more than I do right now. Plus I've been working him over for the last few hours," he says with a sadistic smirk.
"Good, that mother fucker deserves to suffer and I can't wait to get my hands on him."
"You go right ahead, I'll clean up in the morning. I think this old man needs some more rest," Porky replies, pulling me into another tight hug.
"For the record, I think you'll be a great mom," Porky says into my ear before releasing me. He grips my shoulder looking into my eyes so intently to make sure I believe his words before walking inside.
***
The beady-eyed pig vomit stares into my eyes as I enter. He's silently sizing me up, he's trying to decide if I'm a threat or if I just stumbled upon him and he should beg me to let him go.
"Please untie me." The guy asks, his tone cold and detatched. The sound of his voice sends me into a blind rage.
Why would I want to bring a child into a world so cruel?
Because my little one would be protected by the scariest men I know and would have a serial killer for a mom. Not a soul is gonna hurt my family. The voice in the back of my head rings out.
"Looks like my Pops has already taken the good old hedge trimmers to your micro penis." I poke out my bottom lip in a pout as I look over all the tools on the table I can choose from.
"That's too bad because that's one of my favorite parts of torturing people like you..." I trail off landing on the good old trusty cheese grater.
You wouldn't expect it to do as much damage as it does. It slices through flesh like butter leaving the bloody shreds to plop to the floor with a nasty wet slosh sound.
I can see the fear in his eyes as I grab it, bringing it to his skin. I start on his chest and continue over his nipple down to his stomach. Fleshy Tentrils slipping to the floor. The sound of his screams mixed with the smell of his blood and old urine is enough to make me nauseous. That never happens, must be the pregnancy. Fuck that's still weird to even think about... I'm pregnant.
Right when I'm reaching for one of my favorite filet knives, the door swings open. An out-of-breath Dagger standing in the doorway. He looks so sexy with his messy sleep hair, tee shirt, and sweat pants on.
"I'm a little busy, if you haven't noticed." I sass grabbing the filet knife and getting ready to get back to business.
"Would you care to explain to me why I woke up alone to a phone call from Doc, asking if you made it home safe?" that little snitch.
"How do you always find me?.. I swear it's like you have a fucking tracker on me." He freezes at my statement.
Fuck, he does. A sinister smile spreads across my face as I advance on Dagger putting the knife to his throat.
"You do, don't you? Where is it?" I ask angrily. He reaches for my wrist that's not holding the knife and unhooks the chainlink bracelet from around it.
"This bracelet is what saved your life, Moon. It's your choice if you want to keep wearing it or not, but I gave it to you for your own safety." He grumbles out sexily, his throat pressing against my blade with every word. A small nick sending a droplet of blood down his neck.
Fuck, it's so tempting to lick it.
"Help me, man. Please! This bitch is crazy!" The tied-up piece of shit pleads, seeming to think Dagger might sympathize and help him since I have a knife to his throat. Nope! Wrong. He actually likes it, I can see the fire in his eyes... Dagger loves my crazy.
I pull the knife from his neck, reaching my wrist out for him to put the bracelet back on. I trust him.
"I need to tell you something really important," I tell Dagger, suddenly feeling small under his burning gaze. His form towering over me.
"Tell me then," he growls out advancing on me like he's about to claim my already sore pussy again, and even harder this time.
"Not here," I tell him putting my hand against his chest to stop him from pouncing on me.
Turning towards the sack of shit, I throw the filet knife right into the center of his forehead with all my might. He dies instantly, all the fight leaving his body.
"Let's go home," Dagger says reaching to grab my bloody hand and I let him take it.
***
We drive separately and the fifteen-minute ride is enough time for the adrenaline to wear off and for me to question, how to hell I'm going to tell him I'm fucking pregnant. I feel like I'm going to puke again, I've got cold sweats.
I have to pull over on our road maybe two minutes from the house. Dagger stops right behind me, quickly dismounting to make sure I'm alright.
I hop out of the truck not wanting to risk puking all in it and bolt for the edge of the woods. I barely make it, using a tree to hold myself up as I heave out everything I've eaten today.
Now that I think about it, I haven't eaten
much at all today.
Dagger runs up to me, pulling my hair back with one hand while he rubs my back with the other in a soothing manner. After a few minutes of dry heaving, I wipe my lips with my sleeve.
"It's okay Baby, let's get you home. Do you think you can drive the rest of the way?" he asks and I nod. He opens the driver's side door for me before ushering me in.
After we arrive he insists on carrying me up the stairs because I look weak.
"Do you think it's food poisoning? What have you eaten today? Shit, I haven't really fed you today have I? I'm so sorry, Baby. I was so busy with planning surprises it completely slipped my mind. You could've told me you were hungry. Maybe it's a stomach bug." I don't say anything while he carries me to avoid my puke breath being in his face. I need to brush my teeth ASAP. I also don't know how to tell him the truth so it's easier to let him assume.
When we reach the top of the stairs He takes me into the most beautiful bathroom I've ever seen. There's a tub the size of a small swimming pool in here. It looks so luxurious and it's full of anything I could possibly want for a pampering bath.
"Extra tooth brushes are in the drawer next to the sink," he tells me after he finally sets me on my feet. I quickly walk over and brush my teeth.
"I stocked toothbrushes in every bathroom in case we ever have guests or shit, I don't know maybe for when we don’t feel like going downstairs for bed and want to stay in the movie room. Whatever the reason, I figured it's always a good idea to have extras" he explains as I swish some mouthwash and he starts running some bath water.
"Lavender for calming, or almond oil for moisturizing?" he asks holding up two bags of different Epsom salts.
"Lavender please," I reply and he quickly tosses a hefty portion into the water. Cutting the water off so it's shallow.
"Can't fill the tub too much because of your stitches, but the bath tub itself is heated so it won't feel cold against your skin without the warm water."
"You really thought of everything."
"I told you, every room shows how much I had you in mind. I knew you'd love having many relaxing bubble baths in here. I never liked baths, I much prefer showers. But, you're always talking about how baths can be a good way to decompress after a long day and then complaining about the size of your bathtub and how you can never have the perfect bath." Dagger rambles on as he throws in some lavender bubble bath before running the water for a couple more seconds for it to foam up.
"Thank you."
"Of course, Baby, I just want you to have everything you've ever wanted," he says with a smile, before helping me out of my clothes. He hangs my leathers on one of the hooks on the back of the door, before stripping his shirt off. I instinctively move closer to him wanting to fucking lick him all over like I've gone absolutely feral. Maybe it's true what they say about pregnancy making you more horny.
The thought is like a bucket of ice water being pumped through my veins. Pregnant. I've got to tell him we're having a baby. That is if he wants me to keep it. If he doesn't want me to keep it I don't know what I'll do.
He strips the rest of the way and hops in the bath, resting his back against the heated tub and offering me a hand to help me in.
My back rests against his chest, his fingers gently massaging my shoulders.
"Let me help you feel better, I know stomach bugs are the worst," he whispers, kissing where my shoulders and neck meet so delicately before continuing to give me the best massage I've ever had in my life.
"You know what... maybe baths could grow on me if they're like this," Dagger says after a while of comfortable silence before playfully putting bubbles on the tip of my nose. A giggle escapes me before I turn around straddling him. Somehow making the action seem effortless.
I shift my hair over one shoulder, looking into his eyes for a moment.
"I love you, Moon." Dagger whispers out, his eyes full of promise.
"I'm pregnant." his jaw drops open and mine does the same. I didn't mean to say it like that, it just slipped out. His eyes widen and he just stares at me for a moment, absolutely frozen.
I go to back off of his lap, but he wraps one arm around me locking me in place.
"Like a baby?" he asks, a smile spreading across his face.
"Yes, Dagger, like a baby... isn't that what pregnant means-" he cuts off my sassy retort with a searing kiss one hand wrapped in my hair, his other gripping my ass and pulling me closer to him.
"You're gonna have my baby," he says sounding almost dazed and like he's talking to himself.
"Oh my God, we're doing this, aren't we? We're having a baby!" He nearly screams the last part like he's celebrating the win of his favorite football team. He moves his hand from my hair to rest it gently on my tummy.
"There's a baby in there," he whispers with a genuine smile, a disbelieving laugh leaving his lips.
"Yeah, we're having a baby." I say with a smile before gently biting my lip out of nervousness.
"So not a stomach bug," he confirms like it's finally clicking.
"Not a stomach bug," I reply resting my hand over his on my stomach.