12. Chapter 11 #2
She’s pregnant, Ivy is fucking pregnant.
I move my arm further up as to not harm her small bump while I try and focus on the task at hand before I fall a fucking part.
Is it mine?
Is it the groom's?
Am I making a big fucking mistake?
Was I wrong about the reason she and Hayden are getting married?
Did I make shit up to believe this is what she would want?
Ivy begins to struggle against me, and I quickly put my mouth to her ear and decide to answer some of my questions. I whisper, “Don’t fight me, cupcake.”
She freezes, bringing her left hand, which doesn’t even have an engagement ring on and places it on my arm just above the little bump and she squeezes it tightly but not to move me, instead she holds it there and relaxes into me until she passes out in my arms and I quickly take her weight, removing the cloth from her mouth and I gently lay her on the floor to make it easier to carry her out bridal style.
I swallow hard as I gently place my hand on her stomach and eye it.
“She didn’t deny me,” Luna whispers, “When I accused that the baby is yours…”
My eyes tear up, and absolute pain filters through me.
“She never told me,” I croak, “Fuck, was she ever going to?” and Luna sniffles.
She’d give anything to be in this situation, and here I am…. Fuck.
Sniffing hard, I crouch and quickly put my arm underneath Ivy’s head and an arm underneath her legs, and I pick her up as I slowly stand to keep my balance.
“Psycho,” Luna whispers, but I shake my head, look at her, and mutter, “I can’t, Luna, not right now. Sorry, sweetheart.”
Her tears fall and she quickly wipes them away as she takes in my pain and rasps, “When you are ready, I’m here, no matter what, even about babies, I am here so please don’t push me out, or Leo, we’re your family and you will need us.”
“I promise I won’t cut you out,” I say and she nods once then walks past me, squeezing my arm in the process before opening the door and I walk out of the room with my girl and our-our, fuck, and our child in her stomach.
“What the fuck is she wearing?” Venom growls as I carry her to the truck, Luna following closely, keeping her head down knowing I’m on the verge of falling apart while Venom snaps, “This has Mama all fucking over it!”
Blade, however, ignores him and confirms, “So Clara is the reason for all this?”
I grunt out a ‘yes’ as Luna opens the back door and as gently as I can, I lay Ivy in the back before gently pushing away her hair from her face.
Seeing how heavily her makeup is, my jaw ticks, again something she never does.
My eyes flicker to her stomach, the puffy dress covering the small bump, and I swallow hard.
Was she going to keep me away?
Gently shutting the door, I turn around to see eyes on me, and I look towards the church. There is still no movement just yet.
The need to go inside and kill that fucker is taking over but knowing I can’t touch him with Ivy in the vicinity and knowing I need to expel this anger, I walk over to the bench and slam my foot in it, once twice three times.
I hear Luna gasp and Venom mutter, “What the fuck,” but I ignore them and continue my assault on bench before I turn around and crouch, grabbing my hair and I shout, “Fuck!” And breathe heavily, my emotions drowning me.
“What the fuck happened in there?” Blade snaps and Luna chokes, “Ivy’s pregnant and she basically admitted Psycho is the father.”
“Then why in the fuck would she go through with a marriage?” Fury snaps.
I take a deep breath and stand before looking at my brothers with the emotions I’m suffocating in and rasp, “Her mother’s life was most likely threatened.
Clara handed in her cut and changed her last name.
As far as the Hyenas are concerned, she’s fair game.
” I look at the truck, then the church, before locking eyes with Blade.
I state, “Venom, look into Clara’s records when we get back to the club, but first we need to get Ivy out of here, and I’ll need a prospect at every exit point at my home. ”
He nods once, his eyes assessing me, but I keep my cold mask in place. He says, “Okay, Cain has already taken Clara to the club. She’ll be locked in Glock’s room for now.” He hesitates, “Are you okay?”
I snort and state sarcastically, “Sure, not only did my girl who knows me inside and out, my best friend, believe I’d fuck a clubwhore after finally having her and declaring my love that I’ve held in for years, but she was willingly marrying a thug while pregnant with my child, a child she had no intention of telling me about. ”
Blade winces while Venom looks away, his eyes looking at my truck with disappointment in his sister.
She could have come to us, to me, but instead, she showed she doesn’t trust me.
She knew we’d sort it but because of some misguided loyalty to her Mama after Glock fucked a clubwhore, the hate for the brothers and their treatment with women, she decided to sort things herself, not giving a shit that it would destroy me to watch another man, a fucking wanna be thug at that raise my child because I would have figured it out in the end that the baby was mine.
“Let’s go before they realize the bride is not showing up,” I mutter and walk over to the truck.
I climb in while Fury gets in the passenger seat, and Venom and Blade climb in the truck bed while Luna climbs in the back seat with Ivy.
I quickly pull away, my eyes going to the rearview mirror, and I set it up to keep an eye on Ivy.
I look over her form, my eyes going to her stomach before I focus on the road, and Fury clamps his hand on my shoulder.
“Two hours, then you can confront her,” he mutters, and I nod, squeezing the steering wheel.
Two hours, I can last two hours.
Right?