Shaking hands with most of them, he headed toward Tiny, Lash, Nash, and Murphy. Zero stood with them as well, but the other brother looked troubled.
“Where’s Kelsey?” Zero asked.
“Tate stole her. I swear if Tate had a dick I’d worry to never get my wife back,” Killer said, joking.
“My woman doesn’t have a problem with dick.”
Tiny lashed out, which Murphy ducked, laughing.
“Sorry, man, I keep forgetting.”
“Let’s not talk about my daughter and her habits behind closed doors. I don’t need to know what she gets up to.”
Lighting up a cigarette, Killer blew the smoke up to the sky. He listened to the men talk all around him. Killer was content to simply be part of it all.
“Any news on Mason Terry?” Nash asked.
Mason Terry had been the man to take out one of the guys hurting Kelsey.
“Yeah, he doesn’t’ want to come to Fort Wills. He likes his own life in Paradise Rocks, but if we ever need him again, he’s more than happy to help.”
Killer made a note to call the other man to thank him once again.
No amount of thanks would ever make up for Kelsey’s life. She meant the world to him, and he made sure everyone knew it.
“Dinner!” Eva yelled out of the back door for them all to hear. He stayed back, waiting for the other men to charge forward.
“Anyone would think they’ve not been fed,” Zero said.
“They probably haven’t.”
Killer made his way inside and saw Kelsey already sat at the table.
He kissed Kelsey’s head as he pulled out his chair to sit. Sitting beside her he saw Tate and Murphy were opposite them. Dinner started, and dishes and plates were handed around. He made sure to fill his own plate along with Kelsey’s.
“Make sure you fill her plate up,” Tate said, speaking up.
The whole table went silent.
“What?” he asked, looking from Kelsey to Tate.
“Nothing. She means nothing,” Kelsey said, glaring at Tate.
Eva was chuckling along with Tiny. What joke wasn’t he getting?
“You’re going to have to tell him.”
“You did this on purpose!” Kelsey turned to him. He saw she forced a smile.
“Is something wrong? Are you ill?” he asked, panicking.
“No, I’m not ill, but I’m going to be sick in the mornings for some time.”
“What?” He was missing something.
“I’m pregnant, Killer. We’re going to have a little boy or girl. A baby.”
“Pregnant?”
“Yes, I was going to tell you when I was sure.” She shot an accusatory glare at Tate. “However, someone took that away from me.”
“How sure can you get with a pregnancy test kit? You’ve taken one, and you just wanted to confirm with a doctor,” Tate asked.
Sinking to his knees, he pulled out her chair, resting a palm to her stomach. “We’re going to have a baby?”
“Yes, are you happy?”
Pulling her to her feet, Killer cupped her face. The entire room blew up in applause, whistles, and joy. He was going to be a father. Fear, happiness, excitement, nervousness, all of those feelings washed over him, but not once did he regret getting her pregnant. His wife was pregnant with his child.
Sitting down to dinner, he got slapped on the back and cheers from all the men while the women congratulated Kelsey. A family. They were going to be a big happy family. Shit, what was he going to do when it came to her giving birth?
He recalled Tiny’s reaction to Eva. Fuck, he wasn’t going to be able to handle it. Kelsey squeezed his hand, and he calmed. Whatever happened, they’d get through it together.
****
Kelsey squealed as the moment they entered their home, Killer picked her up and carried her upstairs. From the moment Tate had spilled the beans, he’d been so attentive. Killer was always attentive, but something felt different. His touch to her stomach was tender. The love shining from his eyes made her heart stop.
“We’re going to be parents,” he said, crouching down in front of her.
“Are you sure you’re happy with the news?” she asked, biting her lip and feeling nervous.
“Baby, I can’t begin to describe how you make me feel.” He tilted her head back, kissing her lips.
Moaning, she opened up for his invasion, loving the way he deepened the kiss.
They fought each other to remove their clothes. In no time at all they were naked, and Killer held her to the bed, stopping her from moving anywhere but where he wanted her.
“You’re mine, Kels.”
“I’ve always been yours,” she said, moaning. His lips captured one of her nipples, sucking on the tip hard.
Heat filled her pussy, and the need to come swamped her. Killer slid inside her without a condom. They’d been making love for a long time without any protection. She hadn’t given contraception a thought.