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And then there’s Cara.
How’s she going to take this news? And the rest of my family?
Probably better than I am.
Con said that she would tell Cara, so I’ll leave that up to her and speak to Cara myself afterward. I have a feeling Cara is going to be fine with this. After our talk, I think that Cara is the least bothered by the idea of me and Con being together. But I have to wonder if this will hurt her.
This time when I step into the clubhouse, it feels different. This is my clubhouse now. My word is law, and it’s up to me to lead the MC to do great things, and to protect each and every member and their families. All the victories and losses we have are now on my shoulders.
It’s a lot of responsibility, I know.
But so is being a parent.
When I step into the room, every MC member is sitting around the large table, with Arrow in his usual spot at the head. He’s holding his president patch in his hands, the one he has worn so proudly for so many years, now leaving his cut looking bare without it.
I walk over to him and he stands, shakes my hand and hands it to me.
After I take it, Arrow moves to the next chair, to my right, leaving me in the head seat.
This is a moment I’ll never forget.
I sit down and look around the table at my brothers, my family. “Let’s do this.”
And with that everyone bangs on the table, cheering.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Con
With Rhett still at the clubhouse, I go to my first doctor’s appointment alone. It’s been a week since I told him, and he’s been checking in with me every day, but he also just became president, so I assume he’s busy right now. I don’t really know much about being in an MC much less being a president of one. He did send me some flowers and Uber Eats yesterday, which was very sweet, along with a random chunk of money that appeared in my bank account.
At first I thought it was a mistake, but when I called the bank, they confirmed the deposit, and then Rhett asked if I’d received it. How did he even get my account number? I mean, don’t get me wrong, not having to worry about money is nice, but I don’t want him to feel like he’s now obligated to look after me because I’m pregnant with his child.
I still haven’t spoken to Cara; I’ve been putting it off and just enjoying no one else knowing for now, like a little secret just for me. I will tell her when I feel like the time is right.
An older blonde woman in a red coat sits next to me, glances my way and smiles. “The doctor is running late, so it looks like we’re going to be here a long time.”
“And that is why I asked for today off.” I grin back.
“Me too,” she laughs, and offers me her hand. “I’m Olivia.”
“Con,” I reply, shaking her hand.
Olivia starts to dig into her bag. “This nausea just won’t let up. Do you want a cracker?”
“I’m okay, but thank you,” I reply, watching as she nibbles on one. “How far along are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I’m about eight weeks now,” she says. “And yourself?”
“I’m going to find out today for sure, but I’m thinking about six weeks,” I say.
“Awesome, so we will be due around the same time. I live around here and am joining the local moms’ group if you’d be interested.”
“That actually sounds good.” I have no idea what I’m doing, and some extra support would be great. We exchange numbers before I get called into the doctor’s office, where I have my very first ultrasound. I send Rhett a photo and tell him that everything looks as it should.
Rhett: I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there.
Con: It’s okay, there will be plenty more.