Chapter 2
JEANIE
“Oh, feck it,” I groan out loud as I stare at the two lines on five different pregnancy tests.
In the back of my mind, I knew they’d turn positive.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t been hoping I’d be wrong.
But I know my body, and I knew even before my period was late that there was something weird going on.
Not that I looked at an unexpected pregnancy as anything bad, because I didn’t.
As soon as those lines turned pink, I knew that no matter what I’ll be keeping this baby, and it will be loved.
With the family I came from, there is no other option.
We love, and we love hard.
There is no doubt about who the father is. The only problem was I don’t know how to find him. We only exchanged first names. While I know he is a biker and why he’d been drowning his sorrows from the conversations we had, he hadn’t been wearing a cut.
Grabbing a pen and paper, I write down as much information as I can remember from that night. It isn’t much.
· Cobalt/Bolt
· American
· Sexy as fuck
· Funny
· Sweet
· A little sad
· Biker
· Black hair, green eyes.
· Awesome abs
I have to snigger at the last one. It’s not a lie, though. The man was ripped and had no issue moving me where he wanted me, and I am by no means a small woman.
Just the thought of how he’d manoeuvred me has my thighs clenching and my clit throbbing at the memory of our night.
It was the best sex of my life. There is no regret—none from the first moment I’d clocked the broody, sad-looking biker at the bar, through the rest of that night, nor in my rushed note of goodbye when I woke the next morning and realised the time, knowing I’d be late for our family breakfast.
“Jeanie,” my mum shouts from within the house, shaking me from the memories of the passionate night I had with the big and hunky biker.
“Coming,” I call back. Scooping all the tests bar one into the bin. I stick that one in my pocket. Tying the bag up, I remove it from the bin before adding another one. Washing my hands, I dry them while looking at my reflection in the mirror.
“You can do this.” I tell myself. It’s not like I don’t have any ties to the biker world, seeing as my sister is not only a wife but also an old lady to one. I’ll speak to her first and see if Sam may know who my mystery biker is going by my vague description.
Scooping up the bin bag, I open the bathroom door and almost walk straight into my mum.
“Hey, baby.” She smiles, cupping my cheek. “How have you been?”
“I’m good, Mum. What are you doing home at this time of the day?”
Mum rolls her eyes. “One of your brothers forgot his PE kit so I’m picking it up and I’ll drop it back at the school for him. What are you up to today? Are you coming to the office?”
I shake my head. “No, I think I’ll go see Ally. Abby asked me to drop my CV off for the nursery now that my nanny position is finished.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Have a good day.” Mum kisses my cheek and hustles off to find my brother’s PE kit.
I shake my head, amused that she’s come all the way back home for my brothers.
So spoilt. I make my way towards the kitchen, where I left my bag and coat.
Slipping my arms into my coat, I pick up my bag and walk out the door towards the carport where we all park, throwing the bin bag in the big bin as I walk past. Spotting my grandfather on the veranda of the main house, I wave and call out, “Morning, Grandad.”
He waves back at me, lifting his ever-present cup of tea in greeting. “Morning cailín deas. Give your sister my love and tell her I need another visit.”
I laugh because I know he saw Ally yesterday when she visited. Ever since she’d got married, it has been a competition with the men in my family to see who she visits the most. “I’ll tell her,” I shout back and get in my car just as Mum hotfoots it back to hers.
“See ya, Da.” She waves as she gets into her car.
I wait for her to reverse and start down the road before I follow.
When we get to the main road, Mum turns left towards Fitheach, and I turn right towards Feannag.
I used the excuse of giving Abby my CV when I already did that last week, and I know she is away with Reaper today and that Ally will be alone.
I need to speak to Ally, and I’d rather do it without an audience.
It doesn’t take long for me to reach Feannag and park in front of Ally’s office.
Getting out of my car, I lock it and walk to the door that clicks open as soon as I get to it.
Ally must have been watching the monitors.
Following her attack, Dad and Sam ensured security measures were in place to make her feel safe and secure at work.
Although, my sister is much different now from the person she was after her attack; we have Sam to thank for that.
Pushing the door open, I walk in and ensure it closes behind me and that the lock engages.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Ally calls out.
“Coming,” I shout back, taking off my coat and hanging it on the pegs in Ally’s office. Winter has barely begun, and I’m sick of it already.
Running my fingers through my curly hair, I take a deep breath.
I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. My sister is the last person who would ever judge me.
Shaking my hands out, I turn towards the kitchen.
Ally is at the counter making a pot of tea.
She turns her head and grins at me. “Hey, little sister. Grab a seat. The tea is nearly ready, and there’s some chocolate cake from Maggie in the tin. ”
Walking over to her, I wrap my arm around her and give her a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks. You know I can’t say no to Maggie’s cake.
” Releasing her, I sit at the table and pull the cake tin towards me and cut slices for each of us, setting them onto the plates Ally had put on the table.
“No Sam?” I want to know when she pulls out a chair.
“Nope.” Ally shakes her head before continuing. “He’s out on a measure-up for an outdoor area for a client. It’s just us two for a little while.”
I love my brother-in-law, but I’m glad he’s out. It means I’ve got Ally to myself for the next little while, and I can get her opinion.
“Here.” She hands me a mug of tea and pulls her plate closer. Picking up her fork, she takes a bite of cake and closes her eyes. “Yumm. Maggie’s cakes are always so good.”
Picking up my fork, I take a bite of mine, and I have to agree. I’m not sure what Maggie puts in her chocolate cake, but it always tastes amazing. We finish our cake, chatting and catching up on news since I last saw her, which was only a few days ago.
“So...” Ally pushes her plate away, picks up her mug of tea, and eyes me over the rim. “What’s going on?”
“Ugh!” I run my hands through my hair, trying to collect my thoughts, wondering how to go about telling her.
I nibble on my lip for a minute as I think.
Ally waits patiently for me to get to the point.
Wrapping my hands around my mug, I look at my sister and say, “Do you remember in November when we were supposed to meet up for dinner and drinks in Southampton and then you and Sam couldn’t make it? ”
Ally nods. “I remember we had an order that was supposed to be collected in the afternoon, but there was an accident on the M3 and they were late getting to us.”
“I decided to go for dinner anyway as I was already out, and our table had been booked.” I stop for a minute.
“That night, I met someone, and we spent the night together...” I look at Ally, but there’s no judgment from her.
She continues to gaze at me, waiting me out.
Taking a sip of my tea, I roll my lips nervously before continuing.
“We used condoms, but I guess one must not have done the job because I did a few tests this morning.” I stop talking as I put my hand in my pocket and pull out the pregnancy test I’d kept.
I put it on the table in front of her so that she can read the results.
She studies it for a minute before she looks at me with a wide smile. “You’re pregnant?”
Blowing out a breath, I nod, shakily replying, “I am.”
“Oh, Jeanie.” Ally grasps my hand. “It’s going to be okay. Do you know what you want to do?”
“I’m keeping my baby,” I reply adamantly.
“Of course,” Ally replies, as if she knows that I wouldn’t make any other choice. “What about the father; does he know?”
“That’s where it gets complicated,” I tell her. “We didn’t exactly exchange information that night. Only first names. I’ve made a list and thought you or Sam might know who he is because he is definitely a biker.”
“You do know how many bikers there are in the UK, right?” Ally laughs with amusement. “We don’t know all of them. Was he wearing a cut?”
“Nope.” I shake my head and pull the notebook out of my bag, find the page with all my notes on, and hand it over to Ally.
She reads it, and I know as soon as she sees my note on his abs because she smirks and side-eyes me. Chuckling, I take another sip of my tea and wait her out.
“The only MC I know about in the Southampton area are the Queens Wraiths, and they are American because they are part of Cash’s MC.”
I slap a palm to my forehead. “Of course,” I mutter. “I’m an idiot. Why didn’t I think of them?”
“He may not be one of them,” Ally cautions, “but they’d be a good starting point. I can get Sam to find out if any of them are called Bolt if you want?”
I shake my head. “No, I’d rather go and see if he’s there.
I think it’s better if we keep this to ourselves for now, especially if he’s one of them.
He deserves to know about this baby before anyone else.
” Ally raises her eyebrows at me, and I wave my hand dismissively. “You don’t count. You’re my sister.”
Ally laughs, and I grin back at her. “You know dad is going to freak out having both his daughters knocked up by bikers and giving birth within weeks of each other,” she says casually.
It takes me a minute, but when her words finally penetrate, I squeal and jump up, throwing my arms around her. I squeeze her, laughing, then crying.
“I’m so happy I’m not doing this alone,” I mumble into her hair. “Congratulations, Ally. I bet Sam is stoked.”
“He is.” She leans slightly away from me so that she can see me. “We haven’t told anyone yet. I’m not that far along. We reckon it happened around the end of October, so if you were the second of November, we’ll literally only be weeks apart.”
“Phew, you’re right—Dad’s going to shit a brick!” I exclaim.
“Jesus, Jeanie.” Ally snorts, laughing hard. “You certainly have a way with words. Are you sure being a nursery schoolteacher is the career for you?”
“Eh,” I shrug, “for some reason I don’t need to swear when I’m with little ones. Now, do you happen to have an address for the Queens Wraiths?”
“I do,” Ally replies, pushing me away so that she can stand. I follow her back to her office and wait while she clicks a few keys on the keyboard. Taking a sticky note, she writes the information down and hands it to me.
“Here you go. Are you sure you don’t want Sam to find out if he’s there first?”
I shake my head. “No, I have a feeling he is, and I’d rather tell him to his face and see his reaction. Once I’ve done that, then I can speak to Mum and Dad, and I can begin to plan.”
“Okay,” Ally nods. “But let me know when you go out there and call me if you need me.”
“I will,” I agree. “But honestly, he was a nice guy, and I think he’ll be fine about it. And if he isn’t, then I’ve got you all.”
“Too damn right,” Ally agrees, squeezing my hand. “And if he’s a shit head, I’m sure we can make use of The Hole.”
We grin at each other. The Hole is somewhere that those who do the O’Sheas wrong are taken, but I don’t think I’ll be needing it. I have a good feeling about Bolt.