The Biker's Fate Chapter 175

Darien

I DECIDED TO make two large urns of coffee, figuring the men would be a while and would probably appreciate it being available. I knew for a fact they'd drink it, so I wasn't worried about making too much.

"'Morning," Millie said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, honey. How did you sleep?" I hugged her with a smile.

"Honestly? Better."

Millie had pulled her hair back into a bun and wore sweatpants and a tank under her zipped hoodie and she looked beautiful.

"Good." I giggled. "Want to help me make breakfast?"

She glanced around the room. "Are we feeding an army?"

"Kind of. We've got about twenty guys here, either just because or dealing with your stuff."

Millie blushed. "Shit, sorry, Dare."

"Don't be sorry, Mill. It's okay. I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

"I can do that all by myself." She smiled. "It's all good. What do you need me to do?"

"Do you want to make the eggs and I'll handle the bacon and hash browns?"

"Sure."

Millie stepped to the sink, washed her hands, and we worked on making the breakfast of bikers.

I'd mixed up pancakes, but decided I wouldn't pour them on the griddle until I knew when the guys would actually eat. I texted Mack, didn't hear back immediately, so figured they were in the thick of it.

Flick was sitting in the common room with Barney on his lap (seriously, my dog was a whore), reading Outlaw Biker (no surprise there), and probably waiting for orders. It's what soldiers did. "Flick?"

"Yeah, babe?" he said without looking up.

"I don't know how long Mack and the boys will be, but do you want to let anyone else who's here know we've got breakfast on?"

"Not really," he said, again without looking up.

"Well, we've got bacon, eggs, hash browns, and pancakes that are getting cold, so if you don't let the rest of the guys know, I'll make sure Barney suddenly hates you... and believe me, when I want him to, he holds a grudge."

He raised his eyes above his reading glasses and stared at me for a few seconds. "You're a fuckin' hardass when you wanna be, aren't ya?"

I grinned. "You have no idea."

He set his glasses on top of the magazine and moved Barney to a couch cushion, then headed out of the room, let out the loudest whistle I'd ever heard, and then bellowed, "Soup's on, assholes. Get it while it's hot."

I shook my head and Millie broke into giggles. "These people are crazy."

"I know it. But I'm finding they're my kind of crazy though, and that's even crazier, don't you think?" Millie bobbed her head up and down and I laughed. "Suck it, Millie."

"I'll grab plates," she offered.

Men filed into the kitchen with varying grunts of, "Thanks, babe," "Fuck, yeah," or just a nod, but to me, it was as good as a thank you. Millie and I made ourselves scarce, settling in the common room on one of the sofas.

Our attention was drawn to the main entrance of the common room as Mack, Ace, Knight, Booker, Hawk, and Crow walked in with three men in suits. "That's a group of illegally hot men," Millie whispered.

"God, I know," I breathed out.

Mack smiled, splitting off from the group and making his way toward us. "Hey."

"Hi." I raised my head for a kiss and grinned. "You done with whatever it is you needed to do?"

"Yeah, babe." He sat on the coffee table in front of us. "It's out of our hands now."

"What does that mean?" Millie asked. "Can I go home now?"

Mack shook his head. "You need to stay here until I get word from Jaxon. They're putting a case together, and until it's done and the Kozlovs have been picked up, you need to be somewhere they can't get you."

"And my family?"

"They're fine, Millie," Mack assured.

I slid my feet onto Mack's lap and he raised an eyebrow. I grinned and sipped my coffee. "Pregnant women need foot rubs."

"Do they?" he asked, and slid my shoe off, wrapping his hands around my socked foot and squeezing.

"Yes, yes, they do." I grinned at him over my mug. "But... you can do that later, honey. You should grab some breakfast before it's all gone."

"Did you eat?"

I shook my head.

"On purpose?" he challenged.

I sighed. "Sort of."

He rose to his feet, leaning down to get nose to nose with me. "I'll get you some toast."

"Thanks, honey." He walked away and I turned toward Millie. "I'll stay here as long as you have to."

"Really?"

"Yes." I smiled. "I can work anywhere and Mack can as well, so it's fine for a while."

She giggled. "I thought our slumber parties were over."

"We could always have a pillow fight and throw the men into a tizzie."

Millie gasped. "Darien Alana Aherne, you naughty minx, you."

"Right?" I giggled. "You can blame Mack for my newfound filthy mind."

"Oh, it was always there, darlin', you just kept it to yourself."

I covered my mouth when nausea attacked me suddenly.

"You okay?" Millie asked.

I took several deep breaths just as Mack returned with a piece of plain toast and another Sprite. He frowned. "You need a bowl?"

"No, I don't need a bowl," I snapped, and covered my mouth again. Mack waited for a minute and when it passed, I sighed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap."

"I get it," he said, and handed me the toast before walking back to the kitchen.

I took a bite and swallowed, grateful my stomach handled the food.

"When did your morning sickness start?" Millie asked.

"The worst part started last night. I hope it doesn't last long. This sucks."

"Mom puked through her entire pregnancy with me."

"Shut up, really?"

Millie nodded. "She said she thought she'd escaped it because it didn't start for almost nine weeks. She lost weight in her first trimester. It was scary."

"Don't tell her shit like that, Millie," Mack scolded as he sat next to me, setting his coffee on the side table. "It'll freak her out."

Millie shrugged. "Just keepin' it real."

"Well, fake it a little for now."

I giggled. "I'm okay, Mack. I'm not freaking out."

"We'll have a bowl close during the ceremony," Millie added.

I gasped. "Oh, crap, I didn't think about that."

"Millie!" Mack snapped. "Damn it!"

"What if I puke on our wedding day?"

"It'll be fine," Mack assured. "You're seein' the doctor this week and she'll be able to help."

"That's true." I leaned against him and he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"So, Millie's gonna keep her doomsday speak to herself," Mack continued.

"Millie's gonna do whatever she damn well pleases," she muttered. "Unless Darien says otherwise."

I dropped my head on Mack's shoulder and giggled. "You won't win this one, honey."

"I already have."