One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(95)

“What?” My face pales and my body falls back, hitting the kitchen counter.

She nods her head, wiping away the tears and placing the patch back onto the table. “Yep, I thought I was pregnant. And I was shit scared. I was scared that I wasn’t ready, that you weren’t ready. Hell, I was scared that we’d never had that talk before, whether you even want kids!” She laughs picking up the wooden spoon and stirring the butter chicken in the pan. Thoughts of babies and kids run through my head, causing me to see double.

“And?” I whisper, keeping my eyes locked on the floor.

“I’m not, Beast. It was negative. But it just surfaced questions that we haven’t quite come across yet.”

Nodding my head, I run my fingers over my chest, attempting to scratch it out and rip my beating heart out. “I guess we haven’t.”

“So do you?” she asks, peeking up at me from her stirring.

“What? Want kids?” I ask, scrunching my face. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know, yet if it was with you… possibly.”

“You just patched me as officially your Old Lady! There better be no-one else. And while we’re on this subject, I’ve watched Sons of Anarchy, I’m familiar with the term ‘What happens on a run stays on a run’ and no, that will not be the case here.”

I laugh, pulling her into my arms and squeezing her. “I know baby, never. The thought of another woman coming near me just makes me want to slice her head clean off. You’re safe.”

She smiles sweetly. “Good. You hungry?”

I laugh, taking down a couple of plates from the cupboard. “Yeah, always.”





After dishing up our dinner, I take out a bottle of wine from the fridge and pop open the cork. Glancing at Beast’s suspecting eyes, I shrug. “What? I’m telling you, I’m not pregnant.”

He smiles, his eyebrows creasing in confusion. “All right.”

Picking up my plate, I nudge my head to the open doors that lead out to the outside porch. “Let’s go sit under our oak tree.”

Since I moved in, we’ve furnished the house, making it feel like a home. The kind of home I craved to have as a kid, not just the structure, but the energy that sits in this house. It’s filled with love, mine and Beast’s love joined in one, all sitting in one house. I decorated the outside with hanging tea lights all over the oak tree. It’s now my most favorite place out of the entire house.

Taking a seat on the grass, the glasses clink in my hands, as we take a seat. I scrunch my hair up, tying it into a messy knot on the top of my head.

Picking up the first bite of the buttery goodness, I peek over at Beast, who’s staring at me intently.

“You know,” I start, wiping my mouth and picking up the wine bottle, pouring a glass. “You haven’t said much since I told you about the pregnancy scare.”

His eyes narrow locked on mine as he scoops the first mouth full into his mouth. “Maybe that’s because I’m exercising the idea now.” He smirks, eyebrows raised.

I pause my fork, tilting my head. “Can you repeat that?”

He chuckles, putting his fork down and moving toward me. “Making the said baby could be fun…” He smirks, placing another spoonful into his mouth.

I laugh, chewing softly and picking up my wine glass. “Maybe.” I smile around the rim.

He shakes his head with a smile, placing more food in his mouth and in this very moment, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. It turns out, my dark knight is sort of a knight in shining armor. That armor was severely damaged by bullets, but still a knight in shining armor.





The next day, we’re riding out to the clubhouse, my hands wrapped around Beast tightly in the way I’ve come to love with the air whipping through my long locks. When we pull down the long gravel road and into the clubhouse, we both get off with Beast helping me down and I hand him my helmet with a smile.

“I want my own.” I laugh, running my hands down the body of his bike.

His eyebrows raise and a smile displays across his face.

“You want one what? A bike?”

I smirk at him as a few of the boys walk out to us wolf whistling at me with cheers. I look down at my property patch and smile. “I guess it’s official.” They all lift their glasses in the air at once as Rorschach lifts his mug to me, smiling as he tilts it up before downing the brown liquid. I smile lightly at him before he walks back inside. Looking toward Beast, he’s still looking at me in shock.

“What?” I ask, tilting my head.

“Baby, do you want your own bike?” he asks again the shock still evident in his tone.