“Is that why you haven’t been to the club in days?”
Meggie shrugged. “The guys don’t need me. Nyx is back.”
“I know, baby.”
“Now, there’s Reb. Her first date.” Meggie didn’t know what else to say. Her sisters-in-law—except Bailey and Ophelia—didn’t agree with her allowing Fia, Tennysee, or Nyx back. They didn’t understand that her loyalty was to Christopher and he had an allegiance to his brothers. Her feelings didn’t come into play because she didn’t have to go to the club. “Kendall is still working on figuring out what Bash wants.” She thought for a moment. “I intend to start visiting Jo on my own at least once a day. There’s the ball rehearsals and the committee meetings and catching up on the booksand—”
“Enough, Meggie.Enough. I’m worn out just listening to you. Slow down and take deep breaths.”
“Okay.”
Roxy smiled at her. “The ball is March 5th. Schedule the hysterectomy for the following Monday.”
“Mardi Gras is the next day.”
Roxy lifted a brow. “Are you going to New Orleans, Galveston, Mobile, or Rio?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to a Brazilian Carnival.”
“Megan Caldwell!”
“No,” Meggie chirped. “I’m not going to Mardi Gras. It isn’t even observed here.”
“Exactly. What the fuck does that have to do with your surgery?”
“A lot. Nothing.” She changed her mind again. “Everything. I don’t know. I wanted Jo to at least be home. From the looks of it, that won’t happen until the first week in April.”
“Then tell Lynn to look for an opening in the second or third week.”
“I won’t ever bond with her if I am recovering from major surgery the minute she gets home.”
Folding her arms, Roxy glared at her.
“It isn’t the right time,” Meggie mumbled defensively.
“What does Outlaw want you to do?”
“He definitely doesn’t want me to have any more children. Neither do my children.”
“What doyouwant to do?”
“That doesn’t matter. I have to think about—”
“Don’t sell yourself short, sugar. It matters. Especially to your husband. Tell him you want to wait.”
“Christopher has to run the club. He cannot worry about another possible pregnancy. Distraction is dangerous and he’s had enough.”
“As long as you’re so unhappy, he’ll bedistracted.”
“I know.”
“Do you want another baby?”
“It doesn’t matter. I have the second daughter I’ve always wanted. I also have ten children.”
“Nine living. Do you think you want a nice round number?”
She swallowed back tears. “I hate how what will be my last pregnancy ended on such a traumatizing note. I hate that it was an accident. I wanted the last time I gave birth to have happy memories.”
