I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“Please don’t die on me,” I whisper at him, my voice far stronger than I expected. “You are not allowed to get me pregnant and then die; that’s fucked-up.”

“I love you, Colton,” I tell him, offering up another kiss and biting his lower lip enough that he groans. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me yet,” he murmurs, drawing away from me and running his hand over his glossy mouth in a dramatic fashion. “I love you, too, Gidge. Get some sleep. Please. Don’t be a stubborn ass about this.” I give him a pair of raised brows in response but refuse to commit to anything. Because I’m still Gidget, and I’m still an asshole.

“If the baby isn’t mine,” he starts, and my heart stutters strangely in my chest. Not only do I not want a baby period, but I also don’t like the way he’s talking, as if this is it, as if our chances of being together rest on some stupid fucking DNA test. “Then I want a baby of my own next. That’s my ask.”

“Three people. Nobody else. They back out of this, or they don’t like my terms, and they’re done—permanently.”

“He told me that he didn’t give a fuck if it was my baby or not. It was his, that’s what he told me. And it could be ours, but it would never be mine.”

“So what else can you take from me, Gidge?” Crown continues, stalking over to the helmet and picking it back up. He moves over to me and very carefully places it over my head. “All of it. Take it all. Because the only time I like who I am, is when I’m with you.”

“Life is never ruined. It just shifts. If you learn to follow the wind, you don’t have to fight against every storm.”