My Two-wheeled Savior (Holy Rebel MC #1)

Chapter 6

I sit back down in my recliner, taking calming breaths. I don't need this stress. Lynol comes to sit on the arm of the worn Brown chair but doesn't say anything. But what can he say? My ex just threatened to come for me. And I encouraged him.

"You leaving again?" I ask him. He sighs, hearing the edge in my voice. But can he blame me? Left without telling me and then didn't even bother to call. "Just to the club house for a while. The guys wanted to check on you and the baby." Oh. But he didn't. Ok.

"Doctor says any minute now." I pat my swollen stomach. Now would be nice.

"Ooh. Mikeys gonna have a cousin." Kale gushes. It still amazes me how a bad ass biker will fall to his knees over a baby. I smile.

"Yeah. Only about 6 months apart."

Lynol pecks my lips before getting up. Didn't even say sorry he missed an appointment that he didn't know about because he never bothered to call. I nod.

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Lynols been gone all damn night and I think Sydneys on her way. The moon shines through my dark blue curtains. I call him for the billionth time with no answer, a knot forming in my stomach from the memory of why he didn't answer last time I blew up his phone. But he wouldn't do that right? Im just being hormonal.

I climb in the truck with great effort and drive over to the club house. I could drive myself to the hospital but I want Lynol with me. He's put so much time into making sure she's alright and her room is set up. I would think he'd want to be there when she's born. None of the guys are in sight with the exception of a few prospects at the bar. The rest are probably with some bimbo. Except, Kale, of course. Never Kale. The thought doesn't ease the dread rooted in my gut.

I make my way to lynols room and hear moaning. A lot like the moans I heard months ago coming from this very room. I was right. I kick open the door, which isn't easy pregnant, to see him dick deep in Lillian's ass. He jumps from the sound of his shattered door, causing Lil to squeal in pain. "Seriously?" I gasp with instant tears. Of course. I was stupid to think he would stay with a bitch who was pregnant, with a baby that isn't even his, and couldn't offer more than head and hand jobs.

I back away from a startled naked Lynol and a smirking Lil. "Margo!" He calls for me as I turn away. My breaths are short and shallow. I Can't breathe.

I see Pat from the corner or my eye as I collapse near the front door. "Margo." He catches me.

"Shes coming." I look at the puddle below me.

"Shit." He lifts me up, much to my impressment, and puts me in the truck. Lynol rushes out in unbuttoned jeans and no shirt. I watch him make a try in my direction and Pat punches him in the face. I'm sure he will pay for punching his president later.

I groan as a contraction hits. Pat jumps in and starts lynols truck. Leaving Lynol in the dust.

"It's time to push, Margo." The doctor shouts. I push with an ear popping scream. Pat squeezes my hand back, taking me crushing his hand lightly. "Another." He orders. I push again. Oh god, all the remarks I made about her hurrying up and now I wish she'd had stayed a little longer for an epidural. "One more. A big one." He says.

Pat looks down between my legs and smiles. The action not weird and the sight not foreign to either of us. "Shes beautiful. Come on, Go Go." Pat encourages. I take a deep breath and push one last time and sigh in relief when I feel shes out. She starts wailing and I know the club is out in the hall can hear.

"Let me see." I reach out. They wrap her up in a soft white blanket with silk on the edges, much like Lynol's, and hand her to me. She looks up at me with John's brown eyes.