Page 42 of Acceptance
“This is so trippy.”
“Imagine being me. The kicking is a good sign, I suppose, but what I would really like is for this kid to stop using my bladder as a trampoline. It’s embarrassing to admit how many times I’ve almost peed myself.”
He chuckles. “But everything’s good?”
“Yeah, baby is healthy, and I guess I’m good, too. Can’t sleep for shit now, but overall, they say I’m good.”
Releasing her belly, he moves to open the large box, using his pocketknife to cut along the tape at the seams. The crib has many parts, and he pulls them out, placing them in an organized order on the floor.
“Are you sure you don’t have anything better to do? You really don’t have to do this, Kent.”
“Trust me, what our dads have the Prospects doing is disgusting and terrible. This will actually be a favor to me because there’s no way Colt can get pissed at me for being late when I tell him I put a crib together for his VP’s grandkid.”
She giggles and moves to sit in the rocking chair, watching him as he puts the crib together. They talk, the conversation flowing easily, and he learns a little more about the father of the baby.
The tone of voice as she describes how he told her they were never together, even after telling him she was pregnant, shows just how much she’d detached from the situation. A situation that makes Kent angry as he uses Ky’s tools to tighten bolts.
She doesn’t give much away, even when he asks who the guy is. He’s dating someone she cares about, and she doesn’t want to hurt her friend. It’s admirable, but it’s also incredibly stupid. There’s no reason she should have to go through any of this alone. Not when it takes two people to get pregnant.
“Wow,” Gracie says with a smile. “You’re fast. The crib is pretty much put together.”
“Just for future reference, that’s not really something guys like to hear chicks say, but thanks,” Kent jokes.
She giggles and holds her belly. “Okay, I have to know. Which club bunnies have you taken to bed?”
“I’m actually more than okay not fucking them.”
“Really?”
Why does everyone think all of us just itch to wear the kutte so we can screw the women everyone’s been with?
“Yeah, really. I get my fair share of women on my own, thank you.”
“No girlfriend?”
Shaking his head, he sighs. “Nope. Women don’t seem to want more than a few nights with me. Everyone these days wants drama-filled relationships with fighting and shouting. That’s just not me. I’m a chill dude, which kind of pisses them off.”
“You seem like you’d be a good boyfriend, for what it’s worth. Once you find the right girl, I bet it’ll be a match made in heaven. And if she gets pregnant, she’ll be lucky to have you in her corner. Seriously, what you did earlier was amazing.”
The pride and happiness at her words surprises him. “Thanks, Gracie.”
“Okay, I need to know one more thing. And don’t shoot me for this, but have you walked in on your dad and Melanie? I mean, you’ve had to, right?”
Groaning, he flips the crib onto its legs. His dad has a reputation because of his sex-obsessed girlfriend. “I haven’t walked in on it, but I’ve heard enough to have a pretty good visual. Which is not something you want with your dad and his girlfriend. I mean, good for him. Mom didn’t put out, but my God.”
“I haven’t seen it, but Mel shows pretty much everyone pictures of your dad’s junk.”
His jaw drops. “What? Why?”
“I guess he’s hung like a horse and pierced. Like, a lot.”
Looking up at the ceiling, he shudders. “And that would be one more reason not to fuck a club bunny. I don’t need to be compared to mydad. That’s just creepy.”
“I never thought about that. Oh God, that’s probably a real concern for any son of the club. If they take a bunny to bed, and she screwed their dad? And is there a comparison?”
“I hadn’t either, but I am now,” he says and gathered the borrowed tools. “Thanks.”
She giggles. “No problem.”
