Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 150

Ezra

"Hey." I feel arms wrap around me, and I don't have to look to know its Wren. Her scent invades my nostrils, and they flare, breathing in deeply.

Turning, I pull her to my front and hug her properly. "Are you good?" I murmur.

"Yea," she mutters back, "just tired."

Ray offers a small smile. "Chirp, hey. Sorry that I'm taking him from you."

"I guess we'll have to talk later, yes?" I ask Ray. He nods once and heads into the house just as Quincy steps out with the kids.

Wren snuggles further into my chest, and I plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Are you sure you're good?"

"Ezra, babe–" her bright eyes pierce into mine like the skies on a summer day. "I...I overheard..."

My blood runs cold and I stiffen. "How much of it did you—"

"Chirp, EJ!" Ray calls, interrupting us as he waves, heading toward his car with the kids bags. "I'll see you both later, okay?"

Quincy waves and so does MaryAnne. "Bye Wrennie!"

We both wave back until they get into the car and speed off. And finally, it feels a little less tighter.

"Ezra," Wren says. "Where is Donovan?"

Scratch that, I feel a lot more tighter. The reminder of what Ray informed me nearly causes hives to break out on my skin.

I breathe deeply. "Wren, you don't have to worry about—"

"Don't tell me not to worry, Ezra! We have a wedding in two weeks. Have you forgotten he's the one that took me, and almost killed me?"

"Wren—"

"No, Ezra!" She whispers harshly, jamming her finger on my chest. I wince. "We killed his mom and uncle. He's going to want revenge."

"Then let him come get it."

Her hands fall limply to her sides. "What?"

"He's also responsible for the loss of our baby, Wren." My jaw ticks at the unpleasant memory. "If he's got so much guts, I fucking dare him to try me again. Besides, I owe him a bullet to the skull."

After what happened, it was no surprise that Donovan was the mole.

Unfortunately, he disappeared before we could teach him what happens to moles.

I may not be a biker anymore, I may not be the VP of Raven Reapers, but I am still part of them. If it boils down to having a gun in my belt at my wedding, or shooting a bloody motherfucker...I fucking will.

"I don't think we can have this wedding here," Wren says. "We're barely few hours back and we already have a threat."

A frown curls on my lips. "What are you saying? We should pack up and leave? I'm not a coward, Wren."

"It's not cowardice. It's being smart. There's a lot at stake compared to last time."

"I know that."

"No, you don't," she snaps. "If Donovan shows up at the wedding, he has access to all our friends and family. We cannot go down this path again."

Of course I get her point. Almost four years in England and we had already settled into the peace and quiet.

In fact, we settled so much that Hannah's got a British accent, and sometimes I catch bits and pieces of it in Wren's voice.

And now, all of a sudden, we're thrust back into this world of violence.

"Okay," I exhale. "How about we find him? He may not even be in New Orleans."

Her gaze lifts sharply to mine, eyes hard and unsmiling. "I don't know what you're both going to do about it, but I need you to know this, Ezra...I'd rather die than have Donovan take another baby from me."

At first, I think she's talking about Hannah until I see the protective arm she has around her baby. My stomach dips, heart rate spiking.

I step closer to her. "Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?"

When her eyes fill, I know my answer. But I still want to hear it, so I urge her, "Are we having a baby?"

I hold my breath and wait.

Then, she replies.

"Y-yes," her voice breaks. "I don't think I'll survive another loss, Ezra. I can't...I wanted to surprise you...I had the whole plan to show you the scans after the wedding, and now—"

I gather her into my arms. "Breathe, baby."

"I'm so terrified." She cries.

My throat tightens, my arms hold her tighter. I let her cry in my arms as the realization slowly processes in my mind.

We're having a baby.

Another baby.

Another chance.

My heart swells with a fiercer love for her, and the baby. Excitement bubbles beneath my veins but I tamper down on it.

We have no idea what Donovan might want, or when he might show up. But I'm not sticking around to find out.

Not when my family just got bigger.

"Listen to me, Wren," I speak, "–on my life, I swear, nothing, I mean absolutely nothing, will happen to you or our baby."

She sniffles. "You don't know that."

"Oh, I know." My voice darkens. "Because I'm going to find him before he finds us. I promise you, Wren."

"God, I hate this. I just wanted a peaceful wedding. Peaceful bridal shopping, rehearsals..."

"And you will get it," I assure her. "You and your friends are safe. One hundred percent, Wren. Nothing will happen."

Gently, I wipe her tears with my thumb, and kiss her forehead. My gaze drifts to her belly, and tentatively, I place my palm on her still flat belly.

"You're pregnant," I say incredulously, awe-struck. "I can't believe it...well, we've been fucking like bunnies so I can believe it but—"

"Oh my god, Ezra. You're ruining a good moment!" Her cheeks are flushed and blotchy from both the tears and my words.

A smile breaks across my face. "At least I've got you smiling now."

She rolls her eyes, then sobers immediately.

The air turns somber when she speaks again. "Ezra, I can't let Donovan or anyone else hurt our baby again."

"I wont let them either."

Do I know how that's going to happen? Not yet. But, whatever measure needed to protect my family, I will.

Bending at the waist, I lift her shirt and plant kisses all over her tummy. "Hey, little bean," I murmur to her stomach, "you're gonna grow in momma's belly till full term. And you're going to come out healthy and strong because we all want to meet you, including your big sister, Hannah."

God, a baby.

It feels surreal.

This time, I'd protect both of them. With my life.

When I straighten, Wren is giving me a look that I can't decipher, but it still manages to make my heart flutter and my head spin.

"I'll get to the bottom of this, Wren. I promise." I kiss her nose. "You're gonna go shopping, you're gonna have fun cake tasting, and colour sorting. Don't think about Donovan, don't think about anything and just have fun. Okay?"

Her head bobs gently. "Okay."

"I'll handle it."

I lift her chin and slant my lips against hers in a slow, sweet kiss.

And then, we pull away.

"Daddy! Mommy!" Hannah barges out of the house with a wide smile on her face as she waves Wren's phone. "Uncle Mitch is calling."

"Alright, we're coming in the house." I take Wren's hand as we get in. Hannah picks up the call.

Our smile widens when Mitch's grinning face comes into the screen.

"Hey, fiancé and fiancée," he teases in his usual fashion.

Yea, Mitch and all of us have been on great terms. And it's been so amazing.

"Uncle Mitch!" Hannah grins into the camera and Mitch's face light up.

"Hi, bug!" He exclaims too. "Your hair is so pretty."

"Thank youuu. Where's daddy Pete?"

I frown. "So Mitch gets to call you 'bug' but when I do it, I'm embarrassing?"

Wren laughs. "It's because you did it in public."

"Exactly!" Mitch and Hannah chime.

I huff and shake my head, still, a smile plays on my lips.

"How're you?" I ask. "And Pete?"

The camera pans to the man in the wheel chair.

"Hiii, Pete!" All of us chorus.

Where I used to look at Pete with so much guilt, hopelessness and helplessness, it's not like that anymore.

Now, when I see him in his wheel chair, eyes unfocused for most of the time, I feel relief. Relief that at least, he's still alive.

Some days he processes our words and his eyes focus more, but other days...he's brain just doesn't connect.

The doctor's said that's how it's going to be, and there may be no other improvement.

But that's fine.

We'll have him in whatever way we can, and for as long as we can.

"...I'll go get my sketchbook so I can show you my drawings." The end of Hannah's words pull me back into the conversation and she runs off.

"She definitely got her artistic streak from Pete," Mitch says.

Wren snorts. "Definitely."

When I'm sure Hannah's out of hearing range, I lean forward. "Mitch, we have problem."

When we started talking again, I filled him in on the incident and everything else. He's the one that informed us about Tristan's paralysis.

His brows pull together. "What is it?"

"Donovan," I say. "He was spotted and we need to find him before the wedding."

He nods once. "Done."