Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 120

Wren

[Two Days Later]

I place my plate in the dishwasher when Ray walks in with MaryAnne in his arms.

"You're still mad at me," he mumbles, and grabs her bottle that's been warming up.

I don't reply.

"Wren? Chirp?" He tries again. "I'm sorry, okay? I am."

"For what, exactly?"

His head bows. "For treating you and Ezra that way. I'm sorry. It was selfish, and I...I shouldn't have."

It's the first time he's truly apologizing without any excuses attached. Other apologies were backed up by 'I have to protect you,' or 'Ezra's not right for you'.

This time, it's different and it thaws my hard heart. Only a little.

"Yea. You shouldn't have," I reply.

"You're not going to make this easy, are you?"

"I'm still upset, Ray. It's not going to change just because you apologized."

"I get it," he sighs. "Are you...are you okay? Donovan told me you went to the hospital, and I haven't asked because frankly, I've been a little terrified."

My hands itch to wrap around my stomach, but that would be obvious. He'd notice it, and he'd pry. Ray's always suspicious.

So instead, I cross my arms. "I'm fine."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Just a little flu, it's gone already."

He breathes out in relief. "Okay. God, Chirp, I've missed you. We've been fighting a lot, and...it's getting to me. I just want my little sister back."

My lips press together, and I don't say anything. I've missed my brother too, I really have.

Before all this, I couldn't have asked for a better big brother.

His brown eyes are filled with regret, anguish as he stares at me. MaryAnne squirms in his arm, and he rocks her slowly.

"I...I hope that we can go back to how things used to be," he says solemnly. "I'm sorry, Wren. Truly."

As he turns to leave, my throat tightens and I finally speak.

"I don't hate you, Ray."

His lips curve slightly, and he nods before walking to the living room.

That's all I'm going to say. At least until I'm back from seeing Ezra tonight.

But for now, I'm not bringing up Ezra to Ray. I don't want anything to raise his hackles.

Quincy makes an appearance in the living room, and when our eyes meet, she nods.

"Babe?" She ruffles his hair, and kisses MaryAnne.

"Yeah? You good?"

"Is Donovan outside? I need him to help me run some errands."

Ray frowns. "What do you need? It's a little late."

"I'm out of tampons—"

"I'll be heading to my room," I announce loudly. "Goodnight, Quincy...Ray."

He looks up at me with a small smile. "Goodnight, Chirp. Sleep good."

"You too. And MaryAnne."

My heart is in my throat as I try not to run to my room, even though I feel like it.

The moment my door shut behinds me, I pack up the doctors reports into my purse and change out of my clothes.

The plan is simple, send Donovan on an errand, sneak out through the back door into the ride that's already on its way, head to Ezra's and be back within the hour.

By the time I shrug on my cardigan—the last of my clothes—Quincy softly opens my door.

"Donovan is gone," she whispers, giving me a once over. "Ready?"

I nod eagerly. "Yes. The ride..."

"Down the block."

"Thank you, Quincy." I hug her and she squeezes me back before guiding me through the kitchen.

We tiptoe quietly, holding our breaths.

Ray is singing to the baby, and his voice echoes in the house, oblivious to what's going on.

Successfully, I sneak out of the house and wave to Quincy as I run down the street to the single car that waits few blocks away.

Her call comes in a minute later. "Stick to the time, Wren. Okay?"

"Okay."

"We can go?" The driver asks in a heavy accent, and I nod.

"Yes."

It's been over two minutes since I got to Ezra's. The lights are on, there's shuffling inside but I can't bring myself to ring the doorbell.

Nervous butterflies swim in my tummy. My hands are trembling, heart pounding in my ears.

I still remember the password.

Does it still work? Did he change it?

If he didn't, can I just walk in?

Swallowing down my nerves, I decide to ring the bell instead. And I do.

There's movement from inside the house, and I gulp. My chest rises and fall rapidly, cold sweat trails down my spine.

And then...I hear a click.

My breath hitches.

The door slowly opens, and I see him.

He stares at me, wide-eyed, like a deer caught in headlights. I don't need to ask if he's surprised to see me because it's written all over his face.

Looking at him now, all the anger I harboured vanishes. Instead, it's replaced by longing.

Fierce longing that nearly brings me to my knees.

A bandaid rests at the end of his left brow, his beard is overgrown, eyes hollow, lost.

I slide my gaze down his frame.

He's lost some weight, and my chest squeezes. He looks haggard, not good at all.

"B-Birdie?"

That nickname. That voice.

That deep, gritty, baritone. I've not heard it in over a week.

I'm not sure if it's the nickname, or the voice. Or if it's just him.

But something in me shatters, and my lips wobble as a tear rolls down my face.

"Y-you didn't call me, or t-take my calls." My voice breaks.

His face crumples and he pulls me to his chest. Arms wrapped tightly around me, almost like if he lets go, I'll disappear.

And I sob in his chest.

His scent, his hugs, his warmth...God, I weep.

We stand there for what feels like hours, just holding on to each other, breathing each other in.

He cups the back of my head, sifting his hand through my hair while his other hand rubs my back, soothing me.

Unfortunately, I can't stop crying.

Not when I'm touching him, feeling his hard body against mine, his warm skin.

I've missed him.

I've missed him so, so much.

And suddenly, he picks me up with my arms around him, and shuts the door, sitting down with me in his arms.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he croaks, pressing his nose to my hair and breathing deep. "It's okay."

But it's not okay.

It's really not okay.

I peer up at him through blurry vision. "I'm...I'm p-pregnant, Ezra."

His entire body goes taut, and his jaw drops.

"W-what did you say?"

"I'm pregnant."