“You said there was something important you wanted to tell me,” said Forge. “Don’t tell me it was about Romy getting free from her cage. That information would have been useful.”
“No, Forge.” She rolled her eyes.
He chuckled. Besides the last half-hour, the night had been perfect. He’d try to focus on that part. “Then what’s this important news?”
He wanted to get her mind off the shooting, off the dead woman in the yard.
She smiled, entering the club as he held the door open for her. “You’re going to be a daddy.”
The door slammed behind him and he grabbed her arm as she tried to walk away. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me. I’m pregnant with your baby, Forge. We’re going to be a family.” A tear slipped from her eye. How could she keep this from him without cracking? This was huge news. The best news he’d ever gotten in his life.
He felt like shit about what just went down when his woman was carrying his child. Forge folded her into his arms, barely able to contain his own emotions. His thoughts went all the way back to his bullshit childhood. And he remembered the sterile white of the home Beth grew up in. Things would be a hell of a lot different for their baby. It would know love, security, and happiness—they’d both make sure of that.
“We already are a family, sweetheart.” He kissed her hard on the lips, knowing Beth was the only woman he’d ever love. Taking her in exchange for a debt was the best thing he’d ever done.