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“If something has happened to her. If something has happened to my baby, I am pulling patches, and I don’t give a fuck who it is.”
“Meredith, listen closely,” I said to her. “You need to get it through your thick fucking skull. The Iron Shield is a family. I would put my life on the line for any of my brothers or their families. You couldn’t even take five minutes to talk to Grace.” I heard her gasp. “Old Ladies have to be unanimously voted in. It won’t matter what you do. Beg. Sex…”
Grizz growled down the line. “I’ll never vote you in for this. That’s not a threat. That’s a motherfucking promise.” “I got her,” Cyph said. “She emailed David McNally about 10 PM last night. All it says is, ‘Check your calendar.’” “Oh my god,” Meredith whispered, but I still heard her. “Grace is getting a divorce.”
“You’re in some serious shit, mama. You don’t disappear on me like that.” He kissed my ear and pulled away.
Her bump pressed firmly into my stomach. The baby kicked me. He agreed, and that was good enough for me. For now.
“Grace is carrying my kid. It may not have my blood, but I have claimed both of them. They’re mine, and that’s just how it’s going to be. In a few years, when she’s pregnant again, that’ll be my kid again. Except this time, we’ll have two instead of one. If she gives me a football team, the only problem we’ll have is the house only has four bedrooms.”
“The only thing I want is a healthy mama and baby. However, I am going to warn you. If it’s a girl, I am buying bigger guns, and you won’t be able to stop me. Just sayin’.” “Why? So you can threaten boys when they come calling?” She rolled her eyes. “Of course. No one’s good enough for my princess, and if she looks like you, I’m fucked.” I was serious. Grace was a knockout. “Well, it’s a good thing it’s a boy then, isn’t it?”
I buried my head again into Sabre’s chest, and he held me just as tightly. We were trying to ignore Pretty. He must have opened my passenger door because suddenly, there was a high-pitched squeal. “You made potato salad!”
“That wasn’t even my dick.” As I formed a response, there was a loud bang on his door. “Warn the single brothers when you’re going to do shit like that. Now, I have got to take care of it myself.”
“I can’t have extra bacon. It’ll give me heartburn,” she said as she threw them back in the pan again. She suddenly grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding my plate and held it to her belly. I could feel just the slightest bit of pressure. The baby was kicking. “See!” she said happily. “He agrees.” She was still holding my hand to her when she looked down at her protruding belly. “Tell Daddy we like bacon, but it doesn’t like us. He worries too much.”
