Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(42)

All I hear is crying come from the bathroom. I start knocking on the door.

“Lain? You okay?” I ask. She swings the door open, her eyes blood shot red as she hiccups all over the place. “No, it’s positive, I’m pregnant.”

I pull her into me and wrap my arms around her. I start trying to reassure her. “It’s going to be okay Alaina; you have Zane, who loves you by the way, and everything is going to be okay.”

She looks up to me, wiping the tears away from her eyes. “Promise?” I squeeze her tight.

“I promise. If not, we can be single hot moms in Bora Bora, having sex with random French men.” She starts to laugh. I kiss her on the head, and make my way into the kitchen to make us some green tea; it tastes like shit, but it’s all we can drink.

We are sitting on the sofa watching TV, and I cannot stop thinking about Blake. I haven’t seen him in almost a month, and I am about to see him any minute now. A single knock comes from the door; I suck in a breath and make my way to it. Swinging it open, I see Zane standing there.

“Oh, Zane. Sorry, I thought you were Blake.” I watch him as his eyes drop to my baby bump.

“Blake’s?” he asks. I scrunch up my face and nod.

He chuckles, “Good luck with that,” while he walks off into Alaina’s room. Fuck, I really did not think this through.



Two hours have passed and Blake still has not showed up; by now, I am itching at my fingertips, trying to busy myself with useless things around the house. It is just after 10 when I hear another knock on the door, this time I open it to an incredibly sexy Blake. He smiles at me, running his hands through his hair, making it messy. His eyes drop to my stomach, and he stills. Here goes nothing. He looks up at me with ice in his glare.

“Mine?” he asks.

I place my hand protectively over my stomach and nod. “Sure is.”

He brushes past me; going straight into my room. After calling heads or tails on whether I should run or stay; I make my way into my room, ready for the conversation of the year. I walk in and see him sitting on my bed. His elbows are resting on his knees, which are spread out in front of him, with his head hanging low. I quietly close the door, sliding down it and sitting on the floor.

“What are you doing Vicky? Get on the fucking bed.”

I shake my head. “I’ll stay here, thanks though.” A few seconds later, he rubs his hands up and down his face.

“Were you even going to tell me?”

I draw my knees up to myself, wrapping my arms protectively around them. “Of course I was going to tell you.”

He stands up and sits opposite me on the floor, leaning against the foot of my bed. “Can we do the parent thing without being together?” he asks, looking me right in the eyes. He must see me flinch, because he drops his hands to his side and exhales quickly. “Fuck Vicky, you deserve so much more than me. I will fucking love my kid and I will be there through everything with you, I promise you that. As a partner? I can’t tell you that I can 100% be the boyfriend you need right now; I have so much fucking shit going on, and you deserve better.”

I swallow down what feels like a ball of concrete.

“Can I ask you something?”

He looks up to me with pain in his eyes. “Sure babe, what is it?”

I tilt my head sideways and squeeze my legs harder. “Did you ever feel anything for me?”

He reaches out with one hand, grabbing my hand and pulling me into him.

“I fucking felt everything, babe.” He stands me up, deciding it’s time for me to get into bed. I snuggle into the side of him and fall asleep.



I wake up and look at my clock, the face showing its very early time. I get up and make my way out to the lounge, but stop in my tracks when I her Zane and Blake talking.

“I want Vicky to move in with me, until the baby gets here,” Blake says.

I hear Zane shuffle. “You sure that’s a good idea? I mean, you two haven’t necessarily had the smoothest relationship.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. My feelings for her are complicated, yes; but I want to be there for her through it all, and I want my kid.”

“Alright then brother, it’s sorted. I’ll ask Alaina to move in with me tomorrow.”

I slowly make my way back to bed, and slump down into it. He’s going to ask me to move in with him, and there is no way I can make this transition hard for Alaina. I know that if she senses trouble, she will stay with me. I can’t have that; she is about to have her own family now. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to go back to sleep.



I am scrubbing up in the shower that morning, thinking over our conversation last night. So what if I am going to be a single mom, I am going to rock this shit.