Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(78)

"What you doing big man? Put your boots on or I'm leaving without you." I was already figuring out tactics to get around him.

"You're not going anywhere on a fuckin bike." He declared.

I paused, mid tickling strategy. "What are you talking about? It's the quickest way to get up there."

"Jesus Christ Gwen you're almost five months pregnant you aren't getting on a four wheeler." Cade all but exploded.

"Yeah I've noticed considering my bellies grown a bit. Its not like I'm  hopping on a dirt bike to go trail riding. It's a four wheeler and its  pretty much straight flat to get to the paddock." I told him  impatiently.

"It's not safe." He bit out through gritted teeth.

"It's no less safe than driving in a car, I've been on four wheelers  since I was a kid Cade, I know what I'm doing." I glared at him. "Mum a  little help here, tell him." I whined, looking over to the woman that  should be sticking up for me, given she birthed me, but the kitchen was  empty. "That witch, she got out of here as soon as this started. My own  mother." I muttered, disgusted.                       
       
           



       

I tried to push at Cade's rock hard abs while trying not to run my hands  under his t shirt and forget about the whole thing. What was I angry  about again?

"For fucks sake Gwen, you're arguing about our child's safety here, just take the fucking truck." His voice was a near yell.

Oh yeah that's why. "Our child is not in any danger. I'm not an idiot, I  don't go more than 30 and stick to the even terrain. And Dad or Mum are  usually always with me." I told him defensively.

"What?" His voice turned dangerously quiet. Oh shit. Maybe I shouldn't  have alluded to the fact I had already been doing this for months.

"You're not telling me you've been riding on one the entire time." I wouldn't be surprised if steam came out his ears.

"Well I don't have my magic carpet to safely fly me around, so it's my  own means of transportation." I shot at him sarcastically.

"Don't get cute." He warned. "What if something had happened to you?" He hissed.

"It didn't."

"What if it fucking did?" He bellowed. "Do you have any idea how I would cope if something happened to either of you?"

I didn't answer because I was guessing it was a rhetorical question.

"I'd be fucking ruined! The thought of you crashing." He visibly  shuddered. I started to feel a bit bad, reaching up to stroke his arm.

"Nothing happened, and nothing will. I'm not risking Bun. Dad even makes me wear a helmet." I scrunched my nose up.

"I'm serious Gwen. Just take the truck please." His voice was more even now, but still rough with worry and anger.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. But hurry up. It doesn't take long  to master the art of a four wheeler and I don't want to miss the  swearing and tantrum throwing before she gets the hang of it." I tried  to push past him but he grasped my hips.

"Thank you baby." His voice was soft now, and any residual irritation I  had been harboring for his over protectiveness melted away. "Oh and  knowing you can handle a four wheeler? Hot as fuck." Cade's eyes roughly  glazed over as he yanked me in for a rough kiss.



Turned out we did miss the swearing phase, because surprisingly, Amy was  a natural. She rode around like a mad woman, skidding around corners  with no fear, screaming with delight like a child, my dad laughing  beside her.

It sent a warm feeling through my bones to see them both happy again.  But I couldn't help but pout like a child as I watched from beside Cade  unable to join in on the fun.

"I would be out there with her having fun if it wasn't for you." I whined.

Cade kissed my head. "I'm not apologizing baby. Even if you weren't  pregnant I wouldn't want you out there with that crazy woman." He  watched Amy with a frown.

I scowled at him, "I wasn't talking to you." I looked down at my  stomach, "It's a good thing I love you Bun or else it would seriously be  a baby mullet." Apparently Bun had an opinion on my baby mullet plans  because she chose that moment to kick furiously. I took Cade's hand and  put it over the spot where she was playing soccer with my uterus. I  watched as a soft look went over my hard bikers features, eyes wide in  amazement.

"Second to being inside you, this is the best feeling in the world." He declared roughly.

I melted a little at that statement and rewarded Cade with a big smile.  Something crossed over his features and his face turned serious. His  hand went to his pocket and to my amazement he went down on one knee,  revealing a box in his hand.

"Holy shit." I whispered.

"Holy shit." I repeated this time nearly yelling when I saw the white  gold, princess cut, huge diamond ring sitting in a telltale powder blue  box.

"Didn't really plan on doing this at this exact moment, planned on doing  this a lot earlier. The night before I found out you were pregnant  actually." Cade said hoarsely. "Honestly knew you were mine from the  moment I laid eyes on you. I am the happiest motherfucker on earth to  have you, to have our baby. Just need to give you my name and I'll walk  around beaming for the rest of our lives."

I felt tears slide out of my eyes, and I hoped I wasn't ugly crying in the middle of the most beautiful moment of my life.

"Marry me baby." He whispered softly.

I just nodded my head through the tears so I wouldn't say something  soppy like ‘a thousand times yes,' which is what I feel like screaming.

Cade grinned, sliding the perfect diamond on my finger before rising up  to lay a scorcher on my lips. I heard the bikes stop beside us,  remembering our audience.                       
       
           



       

"Holy shit did you just propose?" Amy screamed at Cade.

She squealed and leapt off the bike to hug us both. As soon as we were  released she clutched my hand and inspected the ring, She let out a slow  whistle.

"This is a seriously nice rock, custom Tiffany, three carats at least. The biker has taste." She told him impressed.

I looked over her head at my father who was grinning from ear to ear.

He strode over, pulling me into his arms. "Happy mouse?" He asked into my hair.

"Yeah Daddy." I whispered back.



"I feel like I could sleep for a week." I declared collapsing on my bed, my bed back in Amber.

It had been a seriously big few days. We flew out from home a week after  we got engaged, Mum insisted on throwing us a small engagement party  with close friends and family. Needless to say my parents were over the  moon for me, and I was surprised to learn that Cade had asked for my  father's blessing before popping the question. I didn't think badass  bikers asked permission for anything, including the hand of a girl who  was already pregnant with his child. I said as much to Cade, and his  face was unreadable when he answered me.

"I already asked your brother babe. Back when he was at home, knew I was  going to marry you. Also knew how much he meant to you, wanted him to  be down with me having you for life, he only took a little convincing."

I was sucker punched by that answer, I stayed silent for about five  minutes then let a single tear out. Before letting my man know just how  amazing he was.

Still if my parents were at all nervous about the fact my fiancé and  baby daddy was a huge, tattooed biker, they didn't act it. They treated  him like family already, which was amazing. He had wanted to marry me  right there and then, but I argued that I didn't want to have a shotgun  wedding and also I couldn't fit into a Vera Wang. He didn't care too  much about Vera, no scratch that he didn't care about Vera at all, he  certainly didn't give a crap about a shotgun wedding. I managed to  convince him to wait until after the baby was born and I had enough time  to squeeze my post partum body into my dream wedding gown.

It was emotional goodbye for us to say the least. Amy and I had let my  home be the cushion for our grief and were reluctant to leave it. I was  near heartbroken to leave my parents. But they promised they would be  over before the baby was born. Mum would've hopped on the plane with me,  but Dad convinced her Cade and I needed time alone.

After an exhausting goodbye and a long flight we were greeted by an army  at the airport. I swear the entire club, plus Rosie and the girls took  up the entire arrivals gate. I was overwhelmed but I managed to keep  back the waterworks as I was pulled into countless rough hugs and  forehead kisses. Not to mention the escort of motorbikes which followed  us home. Although they must've guessed we needed rest since no one  stopped.



Cade chuckled, joining me and gathered me in his arms.