Page 49 of Rhett Redeemed

Just when I was feeling good about it.

“I want the club to be like it always was. Like you guys had it when I was growing up.”

Arrow goes silent for a few seconds before speaking. “It will never be the same, Rhett. The world changes. This generation is different from the one I grew up in. I don’t think you should try to replicate how it was. Just make it the best you can.”

He’s right.

I can’t make the clubhouse exactly like it was, because the same people won’t be there, and that’s what made it.

But I can make it the best I can.

“I will definitely try.”

“People will test you when I step down, to see what you’re made of,” he continues, running his fingers through his brown-and-gray beard. “And you need to show them who you are. That you aren’t to be messed with. We’re all still here to guide you. I’m still here. You’ll be fine.”

“How long until I turn into a cynical bastard like you?”

He laughs again. “Give it a few years. I have faith in you, though. You are a lot more carefree than I ever was.”

I don’t feel carefree, but I like that he sees me that way.

I guess only time will tell.

We all head out together as an MC for a ride, visiting one of the other MC chapters. When we’re done, instead of returning to the clubhouse I ride the two hours to my new pad, passing Con’s house on the way.

Her lights are on, but I don’t stop by.

Chapter Nineteen

Con

I hear the rumbling of a motorcycle passing my house and sigh. After seeing my doctor on my lunch break today, who confirmed that I am indeed four weeks pregnant, I had to go back to work and pretend like everything was okay. It was hard. I’m really emotional, and I know it’s probably because of my hormones, but I feel pretty weak and tired and confused. I need to speak to someone but I don’t know who I can turn to. Jamie, maybe.

But she’s not who I really want to tell, is she?

I type out a text to Rhett, but then delete it.

It’s a real shit show of a situation. If I tell him, it’s going to blow up, but if I don’t tell him, when he does find out it will blow up, too. I can’t win. I think I just need to be honest about everything.

But not over text.

This definitely has to be a face-to-face, in-person conversation.

And after I tell Rhett, then I will tell Cara.

Pray for me.

The nausea isn’t so bad at work the next day, and I push everything aside and concentrate on my tasks for the day. Two men come in to pick up their motorcycles, and I take their payments after Cam speaks to them. I can tell that they are both extremely happy with her work, and who wouldn’t be?

After work I grab some Chinese takeout and head home. I haven’t thought about the house since Decker fixed the roof, and I know I need to get my ass in gear to figure everything out. I open the door of one of my spare rooms and look around. There’s nothing in here, just an empty space.

I touch my stomach and look down at it. “It might just be me and you. I hope you’re going to be okay with that.”

I mean, we might not have a choice.

Later that night, Rhett comes by and just gives me a huge hug. We don’t even have sex, he just falls asleep with his head on my stomach. If only he knew what was in there.

I didn’t even get to tell him that I’m pregnant.