Page 102 of Filthy Liar

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers. “Everything is perfect, baby. I love you.”

She smiles against my mouth, her lips moving slightly with a whisper. “I love you so much, Humble.”

Slipping my tongue inside her mouth, I taste her with one single swirl before I break the kiss and take a step backward. I hold out my hand, palm facing up and wait for her to slip her fingers through mine.

“Shall we?” I ask.

“You’re okay with all of this?” she asks.

My lips curve up into a smirk. “I am okay with it all. Spencer has what she wants. And I have what I want. I have you. I have my sister here. I am happy.”

It’s true. I am happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. In fact, I didn’t think happiness was something I could have, especially when I was in prison. I thought I would never have something like this. Something this good and with a woman who not only knows exactly who I am but accepts that, too.

Accepts me.

And she does. Dillion accepts everything about me. I’ve told her about prison, about club life. About my childhood. She knows it all, and she is still beside me, happily. I wouldn’t blame her if she went running.

I’ve had a shit past, and I’m probably not the best man to build a life with, to have babies with, but she’s right here. She’s in my bed and at my side every minute of every day.

I don’t deserve her.

I never did.

Together, we follow the crowd and head straight for the clubhouse. It’s time to celebrate. I’m going to drink, dance, and eat. Not in that order. And at the end of the night, I’m going to bury my cock inside of my woman and fuck her until we both come—hard.

DILLION

SIX WEEKS LATER

Well,that’s unexpected.

Blinking a few times, I stare at the word in front of me. It can’t be true. Flicking my eyes from the little screen to the closed bathroom door, I shift my attention back to it and wonder if this is real.

I need a second opinion, maybe a third or fourth.

Reaching for the handle of the door, I tug it open then step out of the bathroom and glance around in hopes of seeing someone close by to call into the room to help me. But the café area is empty.

They’re all in the back, probably having a snack. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I roll it a few times, then release it, scraping my teeth across my skin before I do. Then I movetoward the back of the bakery, where I stand in the doorway, pretty sure that something like this shouldn’t be in the kitchen.

Shawn is moving around the kitchen. Ryan’s hand is resting on her round belly. Kyle and Spencer are leaning against the edge of the opposite counters. They’re all standing around chatting.

Clearing my throat, I wait for them to turn toward me. They do, almost in unison. Their heads swing to the side, their eyes stare in question, and I clear my throat again before I speak.

“Can someone look at this?” I ask as I extend my hand.

My entire arm trembles, the test shaking in the air. Shawn is the first one to rush toward me, but it’s my sister-in-law Spencer’s gasp that fills the room. Shawn rips the test from my trembling hand and glances down at the screen.

“Pregnant,” she exhales.

She lifts her head, and her eyes find mine, and then she smiles. I watch as she turns around to face the women in the room, who are intently watching to find out what exactly is happening.

“Dillion is pregnant,” Shawn calls out.

Before anything else is said or done, I’m surrounded by all the women. They wrap their arms around me, and whispers of congratulations fill my ears. At the same time, tears fall from my eyes.

My body trembles, and I can’t stop shaking. I don’t know what to do or what to say, but it’s real. It’s really real. I’m having a baby.

Oh. My. God.