Page 92 of Filthy Secret

I’m going to have a baby.

Another one.

Fuck me, my life is now perfect.

I thought I couldn’t get any happier than marrying Ryan, vowing myself to both her and our son. But this information has just raised my happiness level to completely fucking overflowing.

“Now this right here,” Brew shouts.

I turn to him, trying to focus on his face, but he’s a bit blurry, and I think there might be two of him.

“This is exactly what I wanted for you, brother.”

Lifting my hand, I curl my fingers around the back of his neck before I press my forehead against his. “I want this for you, too, Brew.”

“I’m good knowing you have it, Grover. Two kids, a beautiful wife, the perfect goddamn family for the man who thought he could never have it. Fucking perfection, brother.”

I don’t argue with him about the fact that I want him to have this happiness. Hell, I want every single one of my brothers, blood or club, to have what I do. I understand why King was so goddamn elated when he found Shawn. Found out she was knocked up.

It’s fucking overwhelming perfection.

RYAN

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Wrapping my arms around Adam’s shoulders, I give him a hug before I release him so he can walk into his classroom, but he doesn’t go immediately. Instead, he turns to me, his eyes finding mine, and his lips twitch into a smirk. He looks so much like his father when he does this.

So much.

It used to make me sad when I would see his little expressions that were so much like Grover’s, but now I love it. It makes me smile every time I notice.

“Mom,” he calls.

I hum but don’t say anything, my focus clearly on him as I wait for his question. It’s clear he has one, and I almost laugh because he seems to always have these burning questions when he needs to go somewhere or do something. Mostly when it’s time for school or bed.

“Thank you.”

My brows snap together, not because he’s thanking me, but because I don’t know exactly what he’s thanking me for. Before I can ask, he continues to give me his praise, although I can’t stop staring at him with confusion.

“Thank you for giving me a dad.”

My confusion turns to shock. “Where is this coming from?” I ask.

I don’t crouch down in front of him because my belly has grown, and I don’t know if I would be able to stand up again without some help. Adam shrugs a shoulder, his eyes searching mine, then he lets out a heavy sigh.

“I just… I feel really happy now.”

I didn’t know he wasn’t happy. Although he’s so young. He may not even truly remember our lives before we came here. Then he finishes, and my heart squeezes.

“Dad keeps us safe.”

And he does.

Wrapping my arms around him in another hug, I touch my lips to the top of his hair and inhale his sweet little-boy scent. It’s before school, so he isn’t sweaty yet, and I laugh to myself, knowing that even if he were, I would still think his scent is sweet because he’s mine.

“He does. I’m happy, too,” I whisper.

“I know.”