Chapter Eighteen
“Wow, look at you, perfecting the waddle,” I jested as Chelsea walked toward me, she deepened her brow and glared at me from beneath it.
Chelsea was a hot pregnant lady. She was all belly and it was like the rest of her body hadn’t caught up. But unlike a lot of pregnant women, she was already almost to the size of a normal full term pregnancy and she still had two full months of growing to do. I could tell she was struggling. Not just with the weight of two babies bearing down on her cervix, but with the weight of motherhood in general.
“Don’t make me slap you,” she muttered out of the corner of her mouth before she looked down at Jayla, a smile springing into place. “Hey there beautiful. Macy and Harlyn are up in our room watching a movie with Skylar if you want to go join them.”
Jayla instantly leaped to her feet, looking to me for permission with a beaming smile. I nodded, and she disappeared, scampering up the staircase in search of her friends.
Chelsea moved around the table, pulling out a chair and slowly sliding into it before sighing in relief. “Seriously, I don’t know how much more of this I can handle,” she confessed softly, looking down at her protruding belly.
Offering her an encouraging smile, I reached over and placed my hand on hers. “You can do this. It’s only a couple more months, and then you’ll have two beautiful babies screaming and crying and pooping constantly.”
She glared at me across the table. “Way to cheer me up.”
I giggled. “Sorry. You just need to remember that you have Optimus, and me, and the rest of the club. You know you’re not doing this alone.”
A smile tugged at her lips and she nodded. “I know. Everyone has been great. Even the guys, offering to drive me places or help me stand up when I sit down on one of those asshole sofas that are too close to the ground.”
“Where are all the guys by the way? I saw Blizzard’s bike outside but the club is empty,” I asked her, looking around for some kind of signs of life.
“They were called in for a last-minute Church. Not sure what it’s about, though. Optimus didn’t stop long enough for me to ask.”
It wasn’t a moment later that the doors to the meeting room opened and all the men began to file out. I sat a little straighter when I saw a new face emerge from Church. “Since when was Skins allowed inside Church without a patch?”
Chelsea’s eyes flicked over, widening like mine in surprise. “I have no idea. Maybe they were talking about patching him in?”
Blizzard walked out right behind Skins, grabbing his shoulder. They stopped for a moment, talking in hushed voices. Skins nodded, patting Blizzard on the back in what seemed like a show of reassurance. As they parted, my man’s eyes met mine and he made a beeline for our table.
“What’s going on?” I asked curiously.
Blizzard smirked, stepping around behind me and dropping a soft kiss to my bare shoulder. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
I rolled my eyes but I didn’t comment. I knew to take what I could get with these men. Some things they shared, some they didn’t. The life of an Old Lady was complicated at the best of times, but we had to learn to trust our men. If there was something we needed to know, then they would tell us. Otherwise, club business was club business.
I got it. I did.
It was for our safety and to keep our conscience clean.
The club kept most of their business above board, but there were times they had to do things that weren’t within legal or moral parameters, and it was better if we were kept out of the loop.
“You ready?” I looked up, hearing Optimus’ deep baritone.
Chelsea sighed and Op took her arm, pulling her to her feet.
“Where are you off to?” Blizzard asked with a raised eyebrow.
“We have our gender scan in about thirty minutes, we’ll be back for dinner,” Chelsea answered with a nervous smile.
“What!” I pushed to my feet. “You didn’t tell me that!”
Chelsea laughed and Optimus smirked. “You lot are going to have to wait a while longer to find out what it is. We’re not telling,” Op said smugly as he led Chelsea away.
I turned to Blizzard with my mouth hanging open. “How dare she keep something so important from me,” I protested.
He laughed, wrapping his arm around my waist and directing me toward the bar. “Two beers,” he ordered from Phil as he dropped onto a barstool.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “How come Skins was in Church today?”