MC Chronicles: The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2: (Motorcycle Club Romance Novel) Read Online Free Page B

floor. “I am not,” I snapped.
    “Let’s get a test
and just see. If you are, you will want to start taking vitamins, and we need to get you to the doctor,” he said,
standing up, as the word ‘ we ’
clung to me like it held a corporeal form.
    After about a twenty-minute
argument with myself more so than him, we agreed to hit the drug store in the
morning after the sun came up. Marshall slept on the couch that night and took
the next day off work. We got up, and together we bought a pregnancy test. I
was too nervous to walk home to take it so I used the bathroom in the pharmacy.
It didn’t even take the allotted three minutes for a result. As soon as my
urine hit that stick both lines were bright as can be. I was pregnant, and the
worst of it, I was pregnant with Big’s child.
    I cried like a mad
woman for days after that. I took a day off of work. I contemplated calling
Big, or telling someone, anyone, about my revelation, besides Marshall and
Brittany. I knew I couldn’t be honest with the sisters because they’d be forced
to confide in their old men, and in turn, the brothers would spill the beans.
Sure, my Sacred Sisters know I’m pregnant because they’ve seen my belly. We get
together every so often for a girls day. See, I haven’t cut everyone out of my
life.
    Oh, and I’m huge at only twenty-three weeks. And well, they
haven’t really asked who the father is. I know for certain they haven’t told
their old men about it because I haven’t gotten the dreaded phone calls about
me being knocked up from my daddy, Gunz, or Big.
    Now I know you are
sitting there thinking, ‘ God Bink you are such a stupid
bitch. You’re pregnant, and you haven’t even told the father.’ Yeah, I get it, I know it sounds horrible. But if
you remember correctly, Big is now fifty— five, zero. He’s also never shown any
interest in wanting a family. Owning me as an old lady, possibly. But an actual
family? No. My biggest fear was him trying to make me have an abortion. I
realize it’s the woman’s choice. However, Big, knowing him, he could go to some
serious lengths to make me do it. Not that I am saying he would. I’m just
saying that he could . And that
little tiny bit of could is what
has kept me from telling him. To be honest, it wasn’t just that, it was
Marshall too, and my own cowardice. Avoiding the hard truth and him seems the
best option. I know this is just a big sandwich of fuckedupness, dipped into a
hot steaming pot of what-the-hell-were-you-thinkin’.
    “Bink. Hello. Bink.” Deke jerks my arm, and I shake my
head to snap out of my inner dialogue.
    “Yeah?”
    “Did you hear anything I said?” Deke’s not angry…
surprising….. He seems more concerned than anything else. Bonus points for me.
    “Um… no? About the club? Yeah. I mean it’s a great
place for you to go if you wanna bring your daughters. I mean, I know Jezebel,
one of my Sacred Sisters, has a daughter and a son, and Debbie has two kids.
It’ll be safe for them there, and I grew up there. It’s a bit rough, but I
can’t imagine it would be any worse than having a cheating mother who’s a
cokehead. The schools there are pretty good too. Top notch teachers, lots of
high tech shit nowadays, and they just redid the high school and junior high,”
I rattle on in one quick breath.
    Deke snickers, shaking his amused head, “I didn’t say
that, but it’s good to know.” His smile widens, brightening up his face. It
looks good on him. Nice to know his sullen mood has perked up a few notches. “I
like the idea of taking Cherry and Ginger to a place where they’d be happy. But
what I was sayin’ is your secret’s safe with me. If you don’t want Big Dick to
know, I won’t tell ‘em. That’s not my burden to bear; it’s yours. I can tell
you this though. If I was your baby’s father, I would wanna know. No matter the
circumstances, the man deserves to know he’s got a kid on