Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 118

Wren

I spin on my heels to face him, entirely caught off guard by that information.

Then I scoff. "I honestly can't believe you. A new protector? Donovan?"

Donovan that I don't get along with? But that's not even what's got me upset.

It's been only a week!

"What?" He sneers. "You're going to fuck this one too?"

I stumble, jaw slacked.

Regret instantly pools on his face. "Wren, I'm —"

"No." I shake my head. "Don't. Don't even."

"I'm sorry."

"For what? That comment? Or is it for beating up and humiliating your best friend? Or, for I don't know, just granting me a new protector when I didn't fucking ask for one?!"

He takes a step further into the kitchen, and I hold my hand out.

"Don't come near me, Ray. Or I swear to god, I will scream."

His steps falter, and he sighs. "Look, Wren. I know I haven't been the best—"

"What gives?" I roll my eyes and scoop out some food for Quincy and I.

"Can you blame me?" He gawks. "How would you feel if you find out in the worst way possible that Judi and I were sleeping together? How would you feel that she didn't tell you? That I didn't tell you?"

"I definitely will not beat Judi up."

He scoffs. "Fine! Be mad at me! But whatever I do, I do to protect you. The same way I'll protect Quincy, and MaryAnne."

My lips thin and I jam a finger on his chest, hard. "Take your stupid protection and shove it up your asshole, asshole!"

I grab the plates of food and stomp down the hallway to the nursery.

Before I can walk in, Quincy steps out gently, shutting the door.

"She's gone back to sleep?" My jaw drops. "Already?"

She laughs. "Yes. It's just going to be eating and sleeping for now. I heard Ray—"

He breezes past me. "Hey, babe." He plants a kiss on her lips that has me looking away, chest squeezing.

So he can have that and I can't?

How hypocritical.

"How're you? How's Mary—"

"I'll be in my room with our food, Quincy," I interrupt. "Unless you want to eat in the dining room?"

Her eyes dart between Ray and I, lips pulled down. "I'll...I'll come to your room."

I nod and turn away, heading to my room instead. Thankfully she doesn't try to get us to talk to each other.

We'd bring this damn house down.

The door clicks shut behind me, and I exhale through my nose and place the plates on the desk while I sit on the bed with my head in my hands.

This house, god, it feels suffocating. Like there's a noose around my neck. I mostly have two emotions right now.

Anger and sadness.

And I wish to everything that I could turn them all off, that I could go numb even if for only a day.

I don't bother looking at my phone. What I want to see will not be there.

Quincy knocks and enters a few seconds later and I lift my head to her.

"You guys had a fight," she says.

It's a statement. A resigned one at that.

"Do you know that he assigned Donovan to me as my new protector?" I click my tongue. "The audacity. It's only a week."

"I know. That's insensitive."

"Very! And he fucking asked if I'll fuck him too."

She winces. "You're kidding."

"I wish. We...I can't be here, Quincy. I cannot stand the silence, the jabs, the...the disrespect."

"What are you saying?"

"That I need to leave. Go somewhere, but..." I sigh. "I'll be here a couple more weeks, just for you and MaryAnne."

Her lips curve and she sits beside me. "Where would you go?"

I shrug. "I'll figure something out. I have some money saved up, it's not a problem."

"You and Ray are the same you know?"

"We're nothing alike," I seethe. "He's an inconsiderate and selfish prick."

A sound between a huff and a snort leaves her lips. "I mean when it comes to stubbornness. You're both so stubborn, and I know you miss each other. I still think you both should—"

"Quincy, please."

"Okay." She lifts her hands in surrender. "Okay, I won't talk about that. But I do hope, for MaryAnne's sake, that all these get sorted out quickly. Let's not breed toxic behavior around the baby, it's been a week."

"Tell that to your man," I grumble.

She hands me my plate and takes hers. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

And then, my phone rings.

Despite all the disappointments, my heart still skips a beat at the tune.

Quincy grabs it.

"Wh-who is it? Is it...him?" I ask, stomach churning.

She shakes her head. "It's Beth."

Oh.

So much for wishful thinking.

My heart rate skyrockets still.

I haven't heard from Beth and the kids. If she's calling, she has heard the news.

I take the phone and hold it up to my ear. "Beth, hi."

"Wren—"

"I'm sorry, Beth," I rush out. "I'm so sorry about what my brother did to Ezra. I...I don't—"

"You think I'm mad at you?"

I shrug. "Honestly? I don't know. I'm...I'm mad at myself. Is–" I swallow, lowering my voice, "–is he there?"

"I'm not mad at you," she says softly. "And no, he's not here right now. He's been out of the house a lot. Leaves really early and comes home late."

Lizzy told me he's been staying with Beth and kids. And though the distance is far out, I'm happy that he's not alone.

That he's being taken care of, even if it's not by me.

My bottom lip juts out. "And the kids?"

"They're fine. Hannah's been asking him to let her speak with you, but...you know. How are you, Wren? How're you feeling?"

I don't know what about her question or tone that settles warmly in my chest, but it threatens to open the floodgates again.

"I'm...I'm o-okay, fine." My voice shakes, and Quincy pats my knee.

"I'm sorry, Wren," Beth says. "And I hope that all this blows over. You were so good to him, you make him happy."

"He makes me happy too."

"Everything will get better. But if you both don't end up together, trust me, he's never going to stop thinking about you."

Tears well in my eyes. I don't want to think about us not ending up together.

I don't.

We have to end up together. This cannot be the end of Wren and Ezra.

We'll fight, and if that doesn't work...we'll elope.

"Is Hannah there?"

"The kids are sleeping. It's nap time, but I'll call you when she's up. You can speak with her then."

"Okay." I nod. "Thank you for calling, Beth. Thank you."

"You're welcome. A little warning though," she says and my eyes narrow. "If one day, you see your brother all beaten up...best believe Ajax and I did it."

I snort a chuckle. "Would it be horrible if I'm all for that idea?"

"Yes, yes it would be."

I laugh at that, and the tears that hovered in my eyes, roll down my cheeks as the call ends.

Quincy bumps her shoulders with mine. "Ray will come around. I promise."

I really hope so.

[The Next Morning]

MaryAnne coos softly in my arms while Quincy pumps some milk to refill the bottles Ray used last night when he was in charge of the baby.

"Has Tristan contacted you again?" She asks.

"No, thankfully."

"I think you should tell Ray about—"

My nose crinkles at a scent, and I frown. "Are you cooking?"

Her brows pinch. "Not really. I'm heating up some chicken broth."

"Oh."

A wave of nausea hits me, and I breathe through my nose, willing the sensation to pass.

It does eventually, but my stomach still feels queasy.

"Are you okay? You look a little...green."

I nod. "Yea, I think so. I may have caught something. Let me put Annie in her bassinet, could be the flu."

"Do you need help?" Quincy moves to get up.

"No, no. I've got it."

The moment I clip the baby in her bassinet, another wave hits me and I'm running through the hallway and into my bathroom.

I collapse on the floor and empty my guts into the toilet bowl. Bile rushes up my throat and through my mouth, and I grimace at the taste.

"Wren, goodness." Quincy walks in and rubs my back. "Are you okay?"

"Must be something I ate."

She frowns. "But you haven't had breakfast yet."

That's true.

After our late lunch yesterday, I haven't had the appetite to keep eating. And I know it's because of the way I feel, the worry and anxiety over everything that has happened.

"Then I've caught the flu," I groan, spitting into the bowl. "Though, I don't feel feverish."

I flush and sit back as my stomach seems to settle.

Quincy stares at me for a while, lips curved downward and brows furrowed.

"Wren?"

"Yea?"

"When was the last time you got your period?"

Everything in me turns cold.

Because...I—I don't remember.