Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ice
S OMETHING IS GOING on with Keaton. Over the last month, our lives have been busier than ever before.
I’ve found her sleeping more often than not when I walk in a room and she said she was going to be working.
I’ve also heard her getting sick throughout the day.
Her skin is pale and she’s started eating bland food.
Memphis noticed the same thing when he showed up for a surprise visit to work on their song for a few days between tour dates.
He wasn’t surprised at all to learn we’re now married and he ordered us all lunch with Keaton’s favorite pie for dessert.
I’m happy he’s not pissed about our marriage and seems to support the two of us.
I’ve tried talking to her about it, but Keaton says it’s nothing and leaves the room.
I want to make an appointment with the doctor, but I feel like that would be crossing a line I won’t be able to come back from for a while.
Keaton knows her body better than I do and if she feels the need to get checked out, she’ll make an appointment and go.
I just hope she lets me go with her and find out what’s going on. I’m getting really worried about her.
I’ve been working at the strip club like normal and finally selected a new alcohol supplier.
They’re local and so far they haven’t given me any problems. I like the owner and he’s checked in after every delivery because I did tell him what was going on with our last supplier.
Instead of leaving our shipments outside like the last supplier did, the new one brings them in and places them in the storeroom.
One of us goes through the invoice and we both sign off on it before they leave.
The one time we had a case missing, they went right back to the warehouse and delivered it in less than an hour.
I’m really happy with the change and wish I’d made it sooner.
A week after Keaton and I got married, we officially adopted Bridger as our son.
The entire courtroom was filled with her parents and everyone in the club with the exception of the Rebels.
Our entire family was there in a grand show of support and it made Keaton cry.
We were asked some questions, the CPS caseworker spoke on our behalf, and we handed over our marriage license.
It didn’t take the judge long to grant our petition to adopt Bridger.
He signed off on the paperwork and we left to celebrate.
Judge and Wren had a feast catered at the clubhouse for us to enjoy.
It included a huge cake we all devoured before the night was over.
I was worried how Keaton’s parents would fit in, but they made the best of it and talked to everyone as if they were best friends.
There wasn’t a single moment of judgment from them and I appreciated it more than I’ll ever be able to tell them.
Yesterday, we got the keys to our new home on the compound.
Keaton bought all new furniture for it so we could leave her furniture in her home.
We’ll still use it when necessary and Memphis can stay there when he comes to town for a visit.
Basically, it’s a house our children will have access to as they become adults and want a place of their own.
It took a little longer than anticipated because we ended up including a recording studio in the basement.
That was tricky to accomplish because no one can know that’s what we’re doing.
The construction crew was amazing as they worked with us and made sure no one will suspect there’s a recording studio in our home for Keaton to work.
I’m not sure how we’ll get her team on the compound yet, but we’ll figure it out.
The house turned out better than I thought it would.
Keaton and I both got everything we wanted.
Including a bunch of bedrooms because we both want a large family.
We haven’t moved all of our stuff in yet, but there’s enough for us to stay a few nights with Bridger.
And if we need anything, we can run and grab it or send a Prospect to the store for whatever it is.
Today is a huge day for the club. One of our Prospects is getting patched in.
I’m taking Keaton with me and I’m nervous about her attending a club party.
I’ve tried to explain how out of control they can become, but she’s determined to be at my side.
She wants to support me as much as I’ve supported her.
So, her parents are going to have Bridger at the new house while we’re at the party.
I walk through the new house in search of Keaton because the party will be getting started soon and I have to be there for our meeting when the Prospect gets patched in.
“Songbird, are you ready?” I ask, walking in our bedroom and stopping dead in my tracks.
Keaton is fucking stunning. She’s wearing a pair of leather pants that mold to her legs and ass.
Under her rag she’s got a dark red shirt that emphasizes her tits while showing off her toned stomach.
On her feet is a pair of black heels I want to fuck her in later.
I’ve never been a guy who wanted to fuck a woman in nothing but a pair of heels, but right now, I get it.
She’s left her hair down and has absolutely no make-up on her face.
Stepping up behind her, I wrap my arms around her body and rest a hand on her stomach.
My wife is fucking sexy as hell and I’m lucky I get to call her mine.
“How are you feelin’?” I ask her, my voice low and husky as she presses her ass back into my hard dick.
“Not the best, but I’ll be okay. Tucker, I have to tell you something,” she says, turning in my arms and resting a hand on my chest as she looks up at me.
“What’s goin’ on? Did you finally go see a doctor?” I ask her, worry filling me as I look down at her.
“I did. I’m pregnant, Tucker. I’m pretty sure it happened the first time we had sex, but I won’t know for a few more weeks. Then I’ll have an ultrasound done,” she informs me and my heart skips a beat before racing in my chest directly under her hand.
“Holy shit!” I finally say, my voice a hoarse whisper as I pull her in for a hug and lean down to kiss her quickly. “This is the best fuckin’ news I’ve heard all day.”
“You’re really happy about this?” she asks me, fear filling her eyes as I give her a small smile.
“I am. Are you happy? If you’re not ready, I’ll support whatever decision you make,” I tell her, meaning every word, but hoping like hell she keeps our baby.
“I’m happy. The second the doctor told me the news, I wanted to do a happy dance.
Then I thought of you and worried how you’d react.
Our lives are already so busy and this isn’t necessarily the best time to add a baby to our family.
We just adopted Bridger and he’s not even a year old.
We’ll have two kids under two,” she says, resting her face against my chest as she closes her eyes for a few seconds.
“We might be busy, but we have an entire family to help us, Songbird. Lock will be here every damn day more than he is now. Bridger is gonna think Lock’s his dad before too long,” I say, making us both laugh because my best friend has truly stepped up and made himself a part of our daily life.
Lock grabs Bridger if he’s awake the second he walks through our door.
He feeds him, helps put him to sleep, and does everything but change his diaper and give him a bath.
Now when he hears we’re having another baby, I have a feeling my best friend will be at our house even more than he already is.
It’s a really good thing Keaton seems to love him and the two of them already have inside jokes I’m not part of.
I love that they’re so close already and the fear I have of them not getting along vanished the second day they spent time together.
“Do you still want to go to the party tonight?” I question Keaton.
“Yeah. This is a big night for the club and I should be there as your ol’ lady,” she responds, turning and looking at herself in the mirror. “Do I look okay?”
“You look better than okay, Songbird. Wren will be there tonight.”
“Good. I like her and we haven’t had a chance to spend any time together. Have you thought about when we should tell the club the truth about who I am?” she asks, turning to face me once again.
“No. We’ll figure it out,” I tell her as I lace our fingers together and lead her from the room.
Logan and Tiffany are already here. They love the new house.
Especially the TV in the living room. We got a huge one and they’re already watching a movie with the surround sound on.
The baby monitor sits on the table in front of them and I watch as Tiffany glances at it every now and then to check on Bridger.
It’s one of the ones you can actually see the baby instead of just hearing when they wake up or if something happens while they sleep.
“We’re heading out,” Keaton tells her parents as they wave us off without turning away from their movie or saying a word in response. I guess we’ve been dismissed.
Keaton and I take her car down to the clubhouse.
It’s easier for her to get in and out of.
I help her out after parking and we make our way inside while I slide my cut back on and Keaton puts her rag on again.
We both take them off whenever we climb in a cage and rest them on our lap or over the seat.
“Remember what I said, we leave when you’re ready to go home. Tonight will be wild as hell and I don’t expect you to stay long. Especially now that you’ve given me this news,” I remind Keaton before I pull open the door.
“I’ll be fine, Tucker,” she says as loud music blasts outside the second the door opens a crack. Rock music is playing as we enter and come to a stop.