“He’s just been distant. Like, we have hardly held a conversation for more than a few minutes a day. To me, it feels like he’s avoiding me.” Alexis’ eyes look downward while her hands play with a fray of material on her coat. “It feels like he doesn’t want me or this baby.”
“Don’t you dare! That man worships the ground you walk on, Alexis, and you fucking well know it. Maybe it’s something to do with Christmas. Just wait ‘til afterwards and see what he’s like then.” If I have to chastise her like a child, I will. She’s being ridiculous. I’m all for supporting her, but to doubt Cobra and his intentions or his feelings for her and the baby? Ludicrous. Everyone can see the love that shines from his eyes, his body movements and words, he fucking worships her like a princess. I’ll have a damn word with him as well just to set this shit straight.
“I know, you’re probably right. My hormones are stupid at the moment, and I’m more emotional than ever,” she sighs. A small smile finally graces her heart shaped face and I pat her knee in comfort before she leaves the confines of the car. “Speak to you later, honey.”
She shuts the door and does her penguin walk to her front door. I chuckle to myself…to be honest, it looks like she’s pooped herself which is why I find it so funny. Though, if I ever get pregnant this moment will bite me in the ass, because I’ll probably be walking like that at six months pregnant.
I pull away from her house and drive a few houses down to mine and Champ’s place. Parking in the garage that’s attached to the side of the house, I climb out with a groan and grab the bags from the back seat. I know Champ won’t be back for a few hours so I have time to hide his gifts.
Unlocking the door, I step inside. The warmth envelopes me and I sigh blissfully. My fingers, even though they were covered by gloves, feel frostbitten, along with my toes. LA has never been this cold, not in my lifetime anyway. Placing the bags on the island in the kitchen, I shrug my coat off and go to hang it up thinking, where the fuck can I hide his presents?
This house has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living area and a large chef’s kitchen. Not only that, but it has an attic room as well. The garden is massive, like I mean the size of a football field. This house is perfect for children, if we ever decide to have them. At the moment, I’m enjoying having Champ to myself and having plenty of practice at making babies. Just thinking of this has my core tighten and makes me clench my thighs together at a lame attempt to relieve the ache. My bad ass biker man better get is ass home soon.
Grabbing the bags from the island, I head towards the attic room where we stored all our spare stuff, boxes and boxes are stacked up there and is the perfect place to hide gifts.
I hope to fuck he likes what I got him.
Chapter 2
Champ
We’ve been sat in church for two fucking hours and I’m about ready to rip my goddamn head off. Usually, these meetings last just an hour, but these pricks have been shooting the breeze instead of discussing club business. I really don’t know why the fuck I’m here and not at home balls deep in my woman.
“Are we quite done here?” I sigh, staring at everyone with a scowl on my face. These fuckers are my brother’s but today they’re just boring me to death. “I have places to be and a woman to fuck.”
They all burst into laughter. I probably sound like a desperate, sad fuck saying that but I couldn’t give a flying monkey’s ass what they think. “Is there anything important to discuss?”
“No, none at all. Church dismissed.” Prez slams the gavel down and I shove my chair back and rush out the double doors. Making my way through the main room, I pull my phone from my jean pocket to make sure that I haven’t missed anything that’s actually important. Nothing at all, but I shoot off a text to Lauren to tell her I’m on my way home and she better be fucking wet and naked, spread eagle on the bed with her fingers deep in her cunt before I get there.
Straddling my bike, I shove my helmet on my head before twisting the key. The Harley roars to life and I speed out of the metal gates like a rocket went up my ass.
I weave in and out of the late afternoon traffic, before turning down the street where me and Lauren now live. It’s fucking amazing having a place to call our own. With Cobra and Alexis just a few houses down is perfect.
I pull into the garage and pull the helmet off, shaking my head to sort out the helmet hair I’m sure I have. Removing myself from my bike, I head through the door that connects the garage to the house. “Lauren? I’m home! You better be fucking ready for me, sweetheart.”