Sleeping With The Devil

Chapter Twenty Four

The past few weeks had been a strange mix of calm and chaos for Farrah. After the brutal end of the Irish, the clubhouse had settled into a new rhythm—one that was almost peaceful compared to the tension and violence that had gripped them for so long. The men of the Nameless MC had gone back to their regular routines, handling the usual club business with a sense of relief that the war was finally behind them.
Farrah had spent much of her time with her father, Dysyn. They had always been close, but the events of the past months had brought them even closer. Dysyn had become her rock, the one person she could turn to when the memories of that night threatened to overwhelm her. He had been patient, never pushing her to talk before she was ready, but always there when she needed him.Asher Reid, Archer's father, had also been around more frequently, and she could see the bond between him and Archer slowly mending. The two men had a complicated history, but they were making an effort to reconnect, and Farrah was glad for it. Archer deserved to have his father in his life, especially now, when things were finally starting to settle.For the first time in what felt like forever, Farrah had allowed herself to breathe. The nightmares still came, but less frequently, and the constant feeling of dread that had followed her for weeks had begun to lift. She was starting to feel like herself again, though she knew she had a long way to go.But despite the newfound calm in their world, something had been gnawing at the edges of her mind, a lingering unease that she couldn't quite shake. It had started with a subtle change in her body—nothing she could put her finger on at first, just a vague sense that something was different. She had brushed it off, attributing it to the stress and trauma she had been through, but the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing day.And then, a few days ago, she had missed her period.At first, she hadn't thought much of it. Her cycle had been irregular since the attack, and she had assumed it was just another consequence of the trauma. But as the days went on and the familiar symptoms of pregnancy began to surface—nausea, fatigue, a strange tenderness in her breasts—she couldn't ignore it any longer.She had gone to the pharmacy that morning, her hands trembling as she picked up a pregnancy test. The ride back to the clubhouse had been a blur, her mind racing with possibilities, with fears she wasn't ready to confront. She had locked herself in the bathroom, staring at the test in her hand for what felt like an eternity before finally finding the courage to take it.The minutes that followed had been the longest of her life, the ticking of the clock echoing in her ears as she waited for the result. When the two pink lines appeared on the stick, she felt the world tilt beneath her feet.Pregnant.Farrah sat on the edge of her bed, the test still clutched in her hand, her mind reeling. She felt like she was in a nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. The horrors of that night had already left scars she wasn't sure would ever heal, and now, this.Her hand went to her stomach, a reflexive gesture that sent a fresh wave of panic through her. There was a life growing inside her, a life created from an act of violence, and the thought made her sick to her core. She didn't want this, didn't want to carry this reminder of everything she had been through. But the reality of it was undeniable.Tears welled up in her eyes, and she buried her face in her hands, the weight of the situation pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. She felt lost, trapped in a nightmare that she couldn't escape, and the thought of what came next terrified her.She knew she had to tell someone, but the idea of saying the words out loud made her stomach churn. How could she tell Archer? How could she look him in the eyes and tell him that she was pregnant with the child of the man who had hurt her? The thought of it made her want to curl up and disappear.But as much as she wanted to hide, she knew she couldn't do this alone. She needed help, needed someone to guide her through this dark, terrifying time. And the only person she could think of was her father.Taking a deep breath, Farrah wiped her eyes and stood up, her legs trembling as she made her way out of the room. The hallway was quiet, the usual bustle of the clubhouse subdued in the early afternoon. She found Dysyn in the common room, sitting in his usual chair with a book in his lap, his expression thoughtful."Dad," Farrah said, her voice shaky as she stepped into the room.Dysyn looked up, his eyes immediately narrowing in concern when he saw the look on her face. He set the book aside and stood up, crossing the room to her in a few quick strides."Farrah, what is it? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle but filled with worry.Farrah hesitated, the words sticking in her throat. How could she tell him? How could she say the words that would change everything?But she knew she couldn't keep it inside, couldn't carry this burden alone. She took a deep breath, forcing the words out before she lost her nerve."Dad... I'm pregnant," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Dysyn's expression froze, his eyes widening in shock as the words sank in. For a moment, he didn't say anything, just stared at her, as if trying to process what she had just told him."Pregnant?" he finally repeated, his voice hoarse with disbelief.Farrah nodded, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I took the test this morning. It's positive."Dysyn's face went pale, his usual calm demeanour shattered by the news. He reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her like a shield. "Oh, Farrah," he murmured, his voice filled with pain. "I'm so sorry."The dam broke, and Farrah collapsed into his arms, the tears flowing freely as she clung to him, her body trembling with sobs. "I don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice broken. "I don't want this... I don't want to carry this."Dysyn held her close, his hand gently stroking her hair as he tried to comfort her. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Farrah," he said softly. "We'll figure this out together. You're not alone in this."Farrah nodded against his chest, the weight of his words offering a small measure of comfort. But the fear, the confusion, the overwhelming sense of loss—it was all still there, lurking in the corners of her mind, waiting to consume her."Do you want to tell Archer?" Dysyn asked after a moment, his voice gentle.Farrah stiffened at the mention of Archer's name, the thought of telling him making her stomach twist with anxiety. She wasn't ready for that conversation, wasn't ready to face the reality of what this meant for their relationship."Not yet," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't... I can't tell him yet."Dysyn nodded, his hand still gently stroking her hair. "That's okay. We'll take this one step at a time. There's no rush. Just know that whatever you decide, I'm here for you. We'll get through this together."Farrah clung to his words, the promise of his support giving her the strength to keep going. But deep down, she knew that this was just the beginning. The road ahead was long and filled with more uncertainty than she had ever faced before.