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Baby X
CHAPTER ONE
(JOLENE)
“There! Did you feel it this time?” I was getting a beat down on the inside of my swollen tummy.
“Holy shit!” Ronin’s chocolate eyes rounded, full of childlike excitement. “I can’t believe the baby’s that strong already.”
I had just hit week twenty-six. If you didn’t see my bare belly, you would have no idea that I was pregnant. My slim frame gave nothing away when it came to my sweet Baby X. Seven months ago, I had not given a first thought, much less a second, to having a child. Motherhood wasn’t anywhere on my radar.
However, life had another plan.
I remembered the day that I had to break the news to Ronin.
***
After being three weeks late, I took the plunge and bought a pregnancy test. My piss didn’t want to cooperate, but apparently, it only takes a drop. Blue words morphed across the little screen.
‘Pregnant’.
I struggled on my own, trying to decide what to do about my newfound situation. Do I tell Ronin? Do I tell my father? Do I take care of it? As I pondered my options, the thought of an abortion made me even more nauseous than the pregnancy. I’ve always been a firm believer in the fact that a woman should be allowed to be in control of her own body, allowing her every right to choose what is best for her situation.
As I was faced with that choice, I knew in my heart that I would never choose abortion. It wasn’t the best choice for me.
As the shock wore off, the excitement took root. I caught myself observing babies. Everywhere I went, I pictured what it would be like to be a mother, shopping for tiny clothes and making fucking baby food from scratch.
It really got in my head.
I finally decided to bite the bullet. Ronin deserved to know first. I tried to time it perfectly, meaning, right after some raw, heated sex. He may not know what he had to thank for it, but he was certainly not complaining about the new pregnancy hormones. I stay horny twenty-four seven.
“You’re not serious?”
As his face downturned, my heart sank into my stomach. He wasn’t happy.
I stood, wrapping myself in a sheet, and crossed the room. I gazed out the window, scared to face the disappointment in his eyes. I remained still, fighting the urge to bolt from his increasingly small bedroom. What felt like a lifetime had passed without Ronin uttering a single word.
Finally, the heat from his large hands warms my tummy as he wraps his arms around my waist. Silent, his touch reassured me. He wasn’t disappointed or angry. He was speechless. He nestled his head into my neck, his searing breath sending chills across my arms.
“As long as she looks just like you,” he whispered.
I choked on the sob that had been caught in my throat, spinning around to bury my face in his rock hard chest. I balled in his arms until I had nothing left. No more tears, no more words, and sure as shit, no more fear.
Ronin and I told the family together, starting with Pop and Ruth.
We stood hand in hand as Pop flew out of his chair. He couldn’t even look at me when he exited the room.
“Just give him some time, baby girl. He just has to get used to the idea.” Ruth pat my hand before pulling me in for a long embrace. “My girl’s having a baby. We have a lot to do to get ready. We’ll be making a trip into the city. Who’s up for shopping?”
Classic Ruth.
Ronin chuckled and stepped backwards while waving both hands in the air. “Yeah, you two are gonna have to do that without me. The old man has me on detail.”
Ruth stepped in and chucked him in the shoulder. Snickering, he coiled his massive arms around her, picking her up in the air.
“Careful Grandma!”
The three of us were caught smiling when Pop stalked back in, sporting his most intimidating scowl.
Ronin snapped his back straight. The muscles in his neck tightened.
“Stand down, son.” Pop stared at me for the longest time.
“You’re disappointed in me.” My words are no more than a slight whisper. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. No more crying.
Pop tilted his head. “Baby girl, I could never be disappointed in you. You’re my whole world. You just had so many plans. You were going to get out of here and do great things.”
“I still will, Pop. I’m not giving anything up.”
“You say that now.” His voice cracked, prompting Ruth to link her arms through his. After gathering his resolve, Jesse focused his attention on his soldier. “You better make sure she does, got it?”
“Sir, absolutely.” Ronin narrowed his eyes. He clenched his jaw. Serious mode.
Pop extended his arms and stepped in, gifting his loyal soldier with a solid embrace. Once he let go, my father wrapped me up in his arms, cradling me to his chest. He planted a kiss on top of my head. His special token of affection, just for me. It’s our daddy-daughter thing.
That was the only invitation needed. The pooling tears flooded, spilling relentlessly down my red cheeks.
***
Now, tonight, the excitement in Ronin’s eyes makes me question what made me wait so long. There was no need to go through all of that hell by myself. Wasted time is by far my greatest regret.
“Baby, I’m hungry.” Thankfully, my metabolism has been able to keep up with my appetite. Being fat was not on my bucket list for eighteen years old.
Ronin propped himself up on the couch. “Again?”
My eyes widened. I pursed my lips in an over exaggerated pout. He curled his into a sly smirk.
“Alright, alright. I’m on my way. Corn burritos from the diner?”
I perked up and grinned. “Yes, please.”
Giving me a long, drawn out kiss, Ronin tipped my chin and gazed into my eyes. “Anything for my girls.”
“Oh, about that,” I teased. I have been waiting all night for this moment. Over the last month, we’d had two ultrasounds, neither of which could give a definitive gender. I went in for the third one this morning while Ronin was on a pick up.
A confused expression crossed his face as he came to a stop.
I stood and slipped my arms around his thick, chiseled waist. “As it turns out, Baby X is going to be a big, strapping boy.”
Ronin placed his hands on my shoulders and took a step backwards. “For real?” He stammered.
With my emotions strangling my windpipe, all I could do was nod.
“A boy.” He ran his hands through his short beard. “I don’t know why I just assumed it would be a girl. A perfect girl, just like you. Now it’s a boy and I don’t think I could handle it if he was like me.”
The twisted pain on his face was too much. “Baby, you’re everything good in my life and tis little man is going to be just like you. Compassionate and kind. Hardworking and loyal. You watch. You have so much love to give and that’s going to make him all the man he needs to be.”
“I’m only all of those things because of you.”
“Then it’s a good thing we’re in this together.” I kissed his chest.
A smile tugged in the corners of his yummy mouth. “So a double order, then? The boy needs to eat.” He winked before disappearing.
I heard him crank up his motorcycle and I rested my head back on my bed
and tried to close my eyes. The few minutes of peace and quiet must have been exactly what I needed, because I drifted off to sleep without a care in the world, unaware of the fact that when I wake, my entire world will have gone up in smoke, literally.
***
The sirens flooded my pulsing temples. Multi-colored lights flashed in contrast with the blazing reddish orange flames intentionally consuming the crumbling house. Tattered pieces of siding crashed to the ground. Rescue crews pulled up and immediately got busy. Firefighters dragged long hoses across the dirt and worked feverishly to put out the inferno. Paramedics hauled boxes of equipment from their vehicle and usher to my side.
“Get out of the way, son. We gotta get in there.”
The voice was foreign, yet demanding. My vision blurred as unfamiliar faces surrounded me. I searched the crowd for Ronin. My chest heaved on the inside. I struggled for every winded breath. A loud blast came from the house as the thunderous roar of the motorcycles came to an abrupt stop.
“Jolene! Move! Get the fuck outta my way!”
Shifting my eyes without moving my head, I spotted Pop rushing through the crowd with Hercules clearing the way. I noticed the huddle of cops scatter as they sprang into action to stop the club from breaking through the line.
“You can’t be here.”
“Do you know who the fuck I am? That’s my fucking daughter over there. Move before I have you moved.”
“Let him through, Curt. He’s the girl’s father. And Miller, don’t even think about heading out before we have a chance to talk.”
He wasn’t able to get close, but I witnessed his distorted face.
“Pop, my baby…” My arms tingled as I gripped my aching stomach.
“I know baby girl. You just let these men do their jobs, ok. You’re gonna be fine, honey. I promise.”
“Ruth?”
“She’ll be here soon. Rest now, baby.” He stood, jerking his head in different directions. He was instructing his club without a single word.
The emergency technician asked me my name.
“Jolene Miller.”
“Alright Jolene, do you know what year it is?”
I nodded.
“Do you know where you are?”
I nodded again, tears streaming down my ashen cheeks.
“Good girl. Where hurts the most, Jolene?”
“My baby. Is my baby ok?”
The tech shot upright. “You’re pregnant, honey?”
His pointed question sent me into a fit of sobs. The thought of losing my sweet baby boy gutted me.
The man directed his attention to his partner. “Let’s strap her. We can’t assess her pregnancy here. Let’s go!”
They jumped into action putting my head into a splint and restraining me onto the stretcher.
“Don’t worry, Jolene. We’re just getting you immobilized so we can transport you without causing further injury. Hold on, we’re going up.”
I was weightless as they raised the stretcher into the air, wheeling me towards the ambulance. I attempted to crane my head around, but I couldn’t move. My throat tightened, constricting my airway.
The cough sent sharp pains through my shattered body. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip through the pain. When I opened them, there he was.
Ronin.
His long hair was disheveled. His dangerous eyes appeared swollen and red. The excruciating expression on his face was a combination of ferociousness and being scared shitless.
From the background, he stared at me. His gaze locked onto me until the paramedics shoved the stretcher into the back of the ambulance, closing both doors shut.
CHAPTER TWO
RONIN
Rage boiled deep in my gut. I pumped my fists. The adrenaline was searing my skin.
“Man, you gotta calm down. You can’t go off half cocked.” Clint cupped my shoulder.
I quickly shook him off. “Don’t feed me that bullshit. You wouldn’t be able to fucking stay calm either!” My nostrils flared as I shouted.
“Yeah, I’ll give ya that, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jolene needs you. You can’t start a war while your girl’s laid up in the hospital bed alone.”
I seethed through clenched teeth. Spotting Jesse on the road with the cops, I stormed across the lawn.
One uniformed asshole turned, planting himself in my path. I was more than happy to shove my way through the barricade.
“Stand down, son.”
When the president speaks, a soldier listens. I saw the pain in his face. He wasn’t just my president or my girlfriend’s dad. Jesse Miller was the only father that I’ve ever known.
“Sir.” I reluctantly complied.
Clint glowered at me from the other side of the caution tape. I decided to take a page out of his book and remain cool headed, as if that shit were fucking possible.
“So that’s all you got for me, really?”
“I didn’t fucking stutter. Now, get your shit together and go find whoever did this to my family.” Jesse stepped forward, sending two other officers into motion.
The move snowballed, causing the Executioners to snap to attention.
“Ok, ok. We all want the same thing,” the officer in charge positioned himself between both groups of trigger-happy men. “To get this straight, you were out of town with one,” he paused as he glances down at his notepad. “Terry ‘Zombie’ Wilson?”
“Like I said, yes.”
I listened to them wrap up their conversation. I don’t remember hearing the Prez mention anything about going on a run with Zombie, but then again, I’m just a soldier. Everyone dispersed, however, not before being told not to leave town.
The scene was clearing out. The rubberneckers moved on while the neighbors slowly meandered their way home. As the vehicles took off in all directions, I was left standing, staring at the crumbled heap of rubble. Nothing remained of the house. The Fire Chief said the blaze could not be put out, only maintained.
Whatever the fuck that means.
“Jimmy, you take Reggie, Carl, and Stoner. Make the rounds and gather everyone at the Clubhouse. Herc, find Ruth as soon as she gets in town and escort her to the hospital.” He turns and faces me. His sullen eyes appeared red and misty. “Ronin, you’re with me.”
I crossed the yard in two strides.
“What about me?” As everyone scattered, Zombie stood with his arms at his sides.
I noticed the way Jesse stared at him, almost as if he couldn’t speak his mind openly.
“Find Jessa and the girls. She’s probably with Patsy. Tell them to pack a bag and get to the compound.”
Zombie scowled, but nodded.
Thankful that Jesse attempted to break the speed barrier, I trailed behind, holding my soldier’s position. I slid into the first space I spotted and bolted inside, rushing the front counter.
“I’m looking for Jolene Miller.”
A woman in pink scrubs glances up before going back to work on the computer. “Sir, have a seat over there and someone will take care of you shortly.”
“No, you’re not listening. Jolene Miller, where is she?”
“Sir,” she started until I slammed my hands down on the countertop.
“Listen, I’m looking for Jolene Miller. That’s all you have to, look up a fucking name and point me in the direction. Isn’t that your damn job?”
The woman stood as Jesse came through the front door. “Sir, are you family?”
“What? What the fuck… ?”
Just as I got ready to explode, Jesse steps in front of me. “She’s my daughter and this man is the father of her baby. Now, I suggest you get us to where we need to be before this daddy in distress snaps.”
The woman darted her gaze between us. Finally taking Jesse seriously, she punched the keys on the computer, wrote something on a slip of paper, and handed us visitor badges.
“This is the room that Ms. Miller will be in when she’s done.”
“Done?” Jesse questions.
“Yes, she’s in the process of having a, um, procedure. Please, try to remain calm. It’s not uncommon with injuries of this nature. The doctor will be able to give you more information. The doctor in charge is Kleinman. I wrote it down for you here. Take these passes and follow this map.”
Neither of us spoke as we navigated our way through the maze of halls. My heart hammered against my ribcage. My breathing was shallow, causing my lungs to burn.
More shit burning. Fucking perfect.
The hospital room was still empty, sending my gut into my throat. I shoved my hands into my jeans and leaned against the wall.
Jesse clasped me by the shoulder. “Take it easy, son.”
“But we don’t know.” I swallowed hard. “We don’t know anything. What if she’s not ok? The baby?” I scrubbed the palms of my hands into my eyes, sliding down the wall.
“Son, you will not do this. My girl is stronger than anyone I’ve ever fucking met, but not today. You better muster up. She is not going through this shit alone.”
My aching chest tightened. Pain pierced my temples. I found my balance and stood. “Sir.”
“Good. Now put your game face on and get your shit together.”
Fuck. He was right.
As I rolled my neck, the transportation team wheeled Jolene into the room. The long stretcher occupied the empty space in the middle of the room. My insides quaked when I spotted her pale face. A nurse busied herself by hooking up tubes and wires. She changed the empty IV bag before finally turning to address us.
About two seconds before I was about to snatch her up by her stethoscope and throw her through a goddamn wall.
“Are you, Mr. Miller, the father?” She looked at Jesse, who promptly nodded. “And, you are?”
“Jolene’s boyfriend.” I notice the way she narrowed her eyes and continued. “I’m the father of her baby.”
“Ah, I see.”
Jesse takes a step forward. “What’s going on? How is she?”
“I’m sorry. All I’m allowed to say is that the doctor will be right in.” She paused when someone knocked just before opening the door. “And here he is now.”
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