27. Chapter 26
Trick - Three Days Later
“Is it just me, or did my sister look like she wanted to kill you when we walked in here?” Crash asks across the table as I slowly take my seat, and I grunt in reply, not knowing what to tell him that won’t anger my wife more.
Three days and she hasn’t said a word to me, and I would blame it on the fact that I’m not taking a sabbatical and not telling the hospital board that I was shot.
I’ll be going back to work tomorrow for my normal shift.
But nope, she’s pissed because of the birth control shit, and that just outweighs the whole going back to work shit.
I should have just told her the pregnancy was a fluke, then maybe I wouldn’t be in the fucking doghouse.
Three days and no words, no kisses, and I swear, I don’t know how I went without her lips touching mine over the years.
“Crash has a point, even when you shot Lavender, Clark looks more pissed than she did the other day after you got out of bed. Even I was scared of her and ran in here like my ass was on fire,” Cage mutters from beside me, and I smirk slightly.
A pissed off Clark is scary as shit, a hormonal pissed off Clark, you don’t want to mess with.
I found out the hard way when she was pregnant with Willow, and I tried to put money in her account.
She smashed the wingmirror on my bike and carved a dick into the tank.
It’s actually still there with a heart painted around it, not that she’s noticed.
My girl is extremely independent, but growing up in a clubhouse full of brothers, watching women try to take advantage of us would make her even more independent.
I slowly rub my bottom lip as Crash says, “Brother, what’s going on?”
“She’s pregnant,” I admit after a few tense minutes of feeling eyes on me knowing they won’t stop, “I fucked with her birth control pills, replaced them with vitamins,” I sigh as I slowly sit back in my seat, “When she told me, instead of acting surprised like an idiot, I ended up muttering something about how I can’t believe my plan worked.
She realized what I had done then she wanted to take her anger out on Lavender but… ”
My words trail off, and Knuckles finishes, “You shot her before she could even have a slip of a chance of hurting your pregnant wife.”
“Yep,” I say, popping the ‘p’, and they all wince while my dad shakes his head at my stupidity, which, yeah, I deserve.
“You trapped your wife?” he confirms with disappointment, and I roll my eyes.
“Okay one, you can’t say fuck all, you didn’t even check your wife’s medical records, just believing her when she claimed to be bipolar. Two, Clark is my wife, how is it trapping when we already have a five-year-old?”
Dad’s lips twitch into a smirk, not what I thought he’d do, and I shake my head.
“How bad is it?” Killer asks, and I wince.
“She threatened to rip my balls from my body three days ago while helping me back into bed and hasn’t spoken to me since,” I admit, and groans echo in the small room. “I’m pretty sure the only reason why she’s outside in the common room is that Willow begged her to come.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Blaze huffs, “So not only do we need to go over the books for every business, but now we need to come up with a plan to help you from being killed in your sleep.”
I sigh, “There’s no point in trying to plan to save my ass, I’m good as dead,” and Blaze raises a brow, but soon groans along with everyone else when I admit, “I’m returning to work tomorrow.”
“She’s going to fucking kill you,” Cage mutters from beside me, and I hum, not disagreeing with him.
At the moment, she’s focusing on the fact that I knocked her up. She hasn’t really heard anything I’ve said, including about returning to work, so shit will probably hit the fan.
“Look, I’ll handle my wife,” I say, and more groans echo, making me roll my eyes, but I continue, “I need all of your help, as well as Drew’s.” Cage frowns, but I shake my head and look at my dad and ask, “Can you call Drew in here?”
He frowns as well, but does as I ask and opens the door before saying, “Drew, you got a minute?”
Several gasps echo because old ladies are not normally called into church, and I roll my eyes again at the dramatics before the beautiful woman walks in holding a baby, and I smile as she looks around the room.
“Huh, I thought it would be more manly, but it’s airy,” she says, and I grin.
“Pass me my nephew,” I demand, and Drew grins as she rounds the table and hands over the tiny baby and helps me cradle him in my arms.
Fuck, he looks like his dad and yes I feel pride because not only did I help deliver Angela, but I also helped deliver this beautiful boy.
“Geez, Drew, did any of your genes pass down to him?” I ask, and she snorts, “Nope, now what did you need?”
I look at her, and I ask, “Any chance you can help plan a wedding in the yard but keep it on the down low?”
Drew slowly smiles as Bones confirms, “You want to give Clark the wedding she dreamt of?”
I nod as I gently rock my arms as CJ stirs, and admit, “I do, it’s the least we could all do to be honest. I can’t ask Belle because she’s working shit loads, and two, she’d blab without meaning to.”
Crash chuckles and agrees, “Yeah, she will.”
“I can do it,” Drew says firmly, “Besides, I’ve been going out of my mind with boredom.”
I grin as she slowly takes her son back from me, and I say, “Make sure you contact Kodi, she’d have my ass if she isn’t involved, plus she can help. She knew what kind of wedding Clark wanted growing up, but keep the guest list small.”
I notice Knuckles tense, and I bite back a smirk.
Every time the woman is mentioned, he acts differently, and I can see he’s trying to fight it, but it won’t work, believe me I fucking tried for years like an idiot.
“Leave it with me,” Drew says with a grin before she rounds the table, giving her husband a wink as she leaves, and Cage grins, “That woman is going to put a large dent in your card,” and I chuckle.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I admit before saying, “Right, let's begin church so I can go grovel to my wife. Knuckles, the gym, how’s it going? And how’s the income for the fight club?”
***
“Church dismissed,” Cage calls an hour later, and I slowly stand, trying not to grunt at the pull in my chest, sitting for so long was not a good fucking idea.
“Son, you got a minute?” my dad asks as everyone files out, and I hold in my sigh as Cage raises a brow at me.
I give a nod, and Cage nods back before leaving, and I say, “What’s up, Dad?” as I slowly walk around the table.
Dad frowns, “You sure you’re okay with returning to work?”
I grunt, “Yes,” then admit, “It’ll be light duty. I lied and said I had a bike accident.”
His frown deepens, but he doesn’t press.
“I’ve bought your mother an apartment twenty minutes from here,” he says, shocking the shit outta me, and I raise a brow at his sudden change of heart.
He smiles sadly and admits, “She lied son, I wanted to believe her because I loved her with everything in me. I wanted to believe her because I didn’t want to see how cruel she was.
Trying to kill my own son as a punishment for something I didn’t even do…
I’m so fucking sorry I tried to get you to have a relationship with her.
I’m sorry I didn’t see the pain I caused by bringing her home after she did what she did, believing she was ill when really, she was just plain nasty. ”
I clear my throat as I look towards the common room through the open door, my eyes landing on my wife and daughter smiling and laughing.
I could never imagine making them feel unsafe in their own home.
“I don’t know if I can ever forgive you, Dad,” I admit.
“I know,” he replies, “I’m extremely grateful that you’re allowing me access to my grandchild, but I hope and pray one day you will forgive me. You’ll see I’ll never allow what your mom did to you to happen to my grandbabies. I’ll never allow her near them or you again if that is what you want.”
I swallow at his sincerity, my mind not really wanting to understand it before I mumble, “Baby steps,” not knowing what else to say, denying him feeling too fucking wrong, and he nods with gratitude.
“I can take baby steps,” he says, and I pat his shoulder before walking past him and into the loud common room, my only focus, my wife, laughing at our daughter's antics.
Time to face the fucking music.
“Hi, Daddy!” Willow giggles, and I grin her way to see Bones has her upside down by the foot, and I blow a kiss towards her without stopping my stride to my wife, who eyes me cautiously, the anger still in her pretty green eyes.
Smiling softly at her, I slowly kneel before her, causing her to quickly put her hands under my armpits, just as Cage stops next to me, helping me down.
“Miles!” she snaps, but I ignore her tone and take a deep breath to control the slight pain in my chest before giving my wife my whole attention.
“You still mad at me?” I ask as I cup her cheek, and she shakes her head before she sighs.
“No, not really. I just wish you hadn’t taken the choice away from me about having another baby,” she whispers, and her mom gasps, “You’re pregnant?” causing everyone to freeze.
We ignore her, and my girl unhelpfully reminds me, “Willow's existence was taken away from me, my wedding was taken from me, my home… Deciding to stay married to you was the only thing I’ve decided for myself, but even then, that is because you refused to give up the fight for us, and even my job. None of it was my choice. I have allowed everyone in this room, including my own husband, to dictate my life. The least you could have done was speak to me about wanting another baby.”
And the award for the biggest jackass goes to…
“I know I should say sorry,” I begin, “I know I should allow you to make these decisions but, baby, school, becoming a nurse, you were dead set on not doing it. You were dead set on not relying on me or the club and you’d given up so much already because choices were taken away from you.
I needed to help you live your dream and I can’t say I’m sorry about this baby either, because it is a part of you and me.
Just like our daughter, who I won’t apologize over because despite how she was conceived, she’s the light of our life, just like this baby will be.
I want a family with you, Clark, and I won’t wait years because you’re struggling with connecting with the club again or seeing if we’ll make it.
Buttercup, I’m never letting you go.” I place my forehead against her.
“The one thing I will apologize for, though, is the dream wedding you never got to have. I shouldn’t have taken that away from you, and I will forever regret not allowing you to walk down the aisle. ”
“I love you,” she chokes, and I smile and reply, “I love you too.”
“Maybe I can cancel my shift for tomorrow, we could spend the day together and really talk about all this so there isn’t any resentment on my end?” she suggests, and I try not to wince as I side-eye Cage, who slowly walks backward.
Shit.
“Well, um, I uh, I knew you hadn’t really paid attention… but, I’m on shift tomorrow,” and she tenses as I slowly move backward from her, valuing my life.
Her face goes red as her eyes narrow, and I wince again.
Fuck, here it comes.
“What do you mean you’re on shift tomorrow!” Clark shouts, and a collective of groans echoes around me, and I’m pretty sure I hear a club bunny say, “Why on earth would Lavender mess with her?” I can’t help it, even knowing it’ll piss her off more, I smile because fuck, I am happy.
“This isn’t a smiling matter, Miles! You were shot!
” she snaps, and I hum as I gently kiss her lips, Crash’s, “Fuck he’s either stupid or brave,” hitting my ears, but I ignore him, and I whisper, “I fucking love you, buttercup.” And she narrows her eyes further, anger radiating from her, but I just ignore it because I really do fucking love her.
Even with her anger towards me, I wouldn’t fucking have this life any other way, because one thing is for sure, life with Clark will never be boring.