Accidentally Yours: A MC Novel (Vicious Snakes MC Book 1)

by Mallory Funk

  I decide against my better judgement to try and comfort her, but I don’t know how much good that will do since the problem seems to be food. I sit down beside her at the kitchen table and put my arm around her. She leans into me, and starts sniffling to try and calm herself down. Just then, my phone rings and I answer without looking who is calling.

  “Talk,” I grunt into the phone.

  “Why the fuck is Ella crying?” Prez asks angrily.

  I clear my throat. “She’s hungry,” I tell him, and there’s a moment of silence until laughter fills my ears.

  “She…she’s hungry…” he says as he’s laughing, and I can hear him telling Lily that Ella is sobbing because she’s hungry.

  “That’s why a few brothers left here- to help you with a sobbing Ella?!” he says through his laughter.

  “Yeah, she doesn’t know what she wants, so I told them all to pick up a variety,” I tell him. I cannot believe that I am having this conversation with my Prez. All I can do is shake my head. This woman has done something else to the club. There already has been more laughter and smiles from everyone around her than I had ever experienced in all my time with the club.

  “Alright, make sure that she has what she needs. I’ll leave you to it,” he says, but I can tell that he’s still smiling on the other end.

  “Fucker,” I grunt, and he chuckles as he hangs up.

  I don’t know how long I sit there with Ella, but the sobs seem to lessen when the front door opens and in walks five brothers. I know that I called three, but they must have said that Ella needed something, and they sprang into action. It has only been a month, but everyone fucking loves her already.

  When smells hit the kitchen and the guys come to place food at the table, Ella lifts her head from my chest, but pauses to wipe her face with her hands. She looks up at the brothers, and her lip wobbles. She bites her lip to stop it. I look at them, and they are trying hard to hold back laughter.

  She looks at all the bags, and then smiles like a kid on Christmas morning. She doesn’t waste any time ripping open every bag and box looking for what she wants. Torch hands her a plate with an amused expression. They had brought a lot of food, so I know that everyone will stay to eat; however, they are all waiting until Ella decides what she wants before they dig in.

  She looks at all of us, gives the brothers a thumb’s up, and then starts to fill her plate. All we can do is chuckle at her. Fuck, she’s cute.

  Ella ends up putting two slices of pizza, half a burger, a few fries, a taco, and then Chow Mein on her plate. She nods her head in approval of her own food selection. Then she turns her head, and looks to her brother Steal batting her eye lashes at him. He just rolls his eyes and grabs a carton of apple juice from the fridge, and a glass for her to use. Everyone knows how much she loves the stuff. We started stocking it at the club so that when she is there, no one has to worry about running out to grab her some.

  She gestures to the food right before she starts eating like she has been starving for weeks. She doesn’t really care what she looks like eating, and I fucking love that. She’s not shy about what she wants to eat.

  Everyone makes their plates, and sits down with us. There is barely any conversation since everyone is busy eating. Torch is sitting on the other side of her mostly eating wings that she never took. She slides her hand over to his plate thinking she’s being sneaky to steal one, and everyone chuckles. He slides his plate closer to her, and she happily grabs one. All he does is shake his head at her.

  Once everyone is done eating, they all leave. I lock the doors, and set the alarm. I decide to check on Ella once more. When I open her bedroom door, she is sleeping softly, but the lamp is on beside her bed. I walk in the room to turn it off. I do a quick glance around her room since I haven’t been in there before.

  I look at the closet, and the door is open. She still has her husband’s clothes in there. That does something to me that I can’t describe. I look back at her, and she is still sleeping softly, so I look in her dresser and find that his clothes are still in there too. On top of the dresser, there is a picture of them beside her jewelry box. They look like they are on a picnic. She seems so happy and carefree. There is a smile on her face that I haven’t ever seen on her before. I wish that she would smile at me like that because she’s fucking beautiful. The way he looked at her in the picture was like she was his whole world. There is no doubt in my mind from that look that he loved the fuck out of her. It isn’t until I glance back at her that I notice that she is only sleeping on one side of the bed, like she’s used to him being there. Fuck, she has this room sitting the way they left it the morning that he was killed.

  I’m still staring at her when her breathing increases, and her head starts shaking back and forth. There is a pained expression on her face. It’s not until she starts yelling that I know what’s going on. “Jeff, no… please don’t leave me…” He still haunts her dreams. Fuck, I need to do something. I can’t stand to see her looking so distraught. Seeing her in this kind of emotional pain fucking guts me. I don’t take time to dwell on how that makes me feel because I’m trying to figure out how I can make her stop yelling.

  I decide to climb behind her on Jeff’s side of the bed, and put my arm around her. She turns into my arms, and grips my arm tightly. There is a little whimper, and then she whispers my name before she relaxes against me and sighs.

  The feeling of my presence calming her does something to me. I know that she’s different than anyone I have ever met, and spending every other day with her makes it harder and harder to distance myself from her. I already know that she’s not the kind of girl you fuck and chuck, or the kind of woman you forget about. She’s the kind of girl you fall in love with. The thought of falling in love with her doesn’t scare me.

  The next morning, I wake up on my back with Ella’s head on my chest. I feel her finger gliding across my chest. I already know that she’s looking at my tattoos. I have a snake going up my right side with the head of the snake coming up to my shoulder. It’s big, and it is my favorite tattoo. I got it eight years ago. I had been a member of the club for seven years at that point. I know that I would always be loyal and dedicated to my brothers, so I had no problems with getting a snake tattooed on me. I have the club symbol tattooed on the left side of my back. Then I also have my last name, Evans, down my left arm from shoulder to elbow.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, groggily rubbing a hand over my eyes.

  She stills for a second, and then continues tracing the snake. “I’m looking at your tattoo. I figured that since you’re in my bed, I’m perfectly allowed to look at it,” she says trying to sound tough.

  I can’t help but chuckle at her. “Trace away, baby. I don’t mind,” I tell her. She hums, and then continues her tracing.

  We don’t speak for the next twenty minutes. I can’t help but feel relaxed laying here with her. I just rub small circles on her back. I could lay here all day doing this and be perfectly fine with it. I take a glance at the clock, and it says one in the afternoon. Fuck, I never sleep this late, but it could have also something to do with the four in the morning binge fest I took a part in last night or, should I say, this morning.

  “We should get up. Your appointment is in an hour,” I tell her, reluctant to leave the comfort of her bed.

  “But you’re so comfy,” she groans while rolling off of me. When she is on her back, she stretches her arms above her head and yawns. I don’t think she knows how much that fucking doesn’t help my morning wood watching her push her chest out without being at all aware that it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Over the last month, I have noticed that she doesn’t know how beautiful she really is. When any of the brothers give her a compliment, she always blushes. It’s fucking adorable.

  She looks at me shyly before she speaks. “Thanks for coming in here while I was having a nightmare. Usually I can’t sleep after I wake up from one. I seemed to fall asleep pretty fast last night though.”r />
  “Babe,” I say until she looks at me. “How often do you have those nightmares? I’m sure not sleeping isn’t good for the baby. You need your rest.”

  She coughs something into her hand, and I have no fucking idea what she just said. “What was that?”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “I said ‘every night’,” she whispers, and turns away from me.

  “Why didn’t you fucking tell me? You need your rest for the baby. No wonder you’re fucking tired all the time,” I grumble at her, trying my best not to yell at my baby mama.

  She stands and puts her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t even matter, okay? Nothing I do makes them go away. I can’t just watch my husband get hit by a car, and not have nightmares about it,” she tells me with her voice cracking at the end.

  “Baby, I’m here to help you. We are in this together, and I want to help you. I mean his shit is still everywhere. Maybe your nightmares will go away if his shit isn’t sitting around like he’s going to come back,” I say while narrowing my eyes at her.

  I’m so lost in the anger I feel inside, and I know it isn’t justified. She wasn’t mine or carrying my baby when she was married to him, but it fucking guts me that she promised herself to someone else.

  She walks up to me with so much anger in her eyes, and slaps me across the face. I look at her in shock. I’m pretty fucking sure she is in shock too, but the anger has taken over her face.

  “Don’t fucking tell me what to do with my home. I spent the last ten years with that man, and I loved him with all my heart. It’s only been four months since he died. I just need more time. I can’t even think about him without wanting to break down. The only reason that I push myself through each and every day is for the baby. If I wasn’t pregnant, I would be in that bed right now, and I wouldn’t come out for a year. We had everything planned! We were going to grow old together, and have lots of kids and grandkids. We were going to give them the life that we never had, and then my life is stolen from me! In the last four months, I have found myself attached to a man for life who isn’t my husband who I had planned on spending my entire life with. Not only that, I find out he is a biker and part of a motorcycle club. When I finally meet the members of this club, I end up meeting my father, and find out that he has wanted to a part of my life all this time when I was told all my life that he wanted nothing to do with me. I am then forced to realize that my life has been one big fucking lie. I can barely process any of that, let alone mourn my husband. When the one you love is in your arms dying, you experience a great pain that you never knew you would experience. You don’t get to tell me how long I can grieve not only for the man I love, but for the life I thought we would have had.”

  After she says all this, she grabs some clothes and walks into the bathroom. I sit on her bed with my head in my hands. I’m such a fucking asshole. All I was thinking about was me, and how I had to deal with a woman suddenly coming into my life, and a baby I never thought about having, and how I would have to protect them against anyone who would want to harm the club.

  I wasn’t thinking about her. I wasn’t considering everything that she is going through, or what has happened to her since she met me. Her life completely changed in the blink of an eye. One minute she was married to this fucking lawyer planning a life with him- the house, kids, grandkids- and then it was all ripped away. Now, she’s the missing princess of the club, and having the VP’s baby. I knew all this, and yet I wasn’t very understanding of everything she was going through. I know everything that went through my fucked-up head. I wanted my shit everywhere. I wanted my clothes hung up in the closet next to hers. I wanted her to sleep in my arms every night. I wanted her to come to me so that I could chase away her nightmares for her so that she would never have to feel any pain.

  I am lost in thought of what a fucking dick I am when she comes out of the bathroom. Her eyes are red-rimmed from fucking crying. That fucking guts me that it was me who made her cry like that. Without a word, I stand up and pull her into my arms. She’s stiff for a second, and just when I think she’s going to push me away, she puts her hands around my waist and hugs me back.

  “I’m so sorry, baby. I was being a selfish prick and only thinking of myself and how I felt, but I will remember everything you are going through first before I say anything like that again,” I whisper into her hair. I can feel her nod against my chest.

  “Let’s go find out what we are having, and then we can head to the club. Sound good?” I ask her softly.

  She sniffles. “Okay, but only if Cook will make me steak and mashed potatoes, or I’m not going,” she tells me. I can’t help but chuckle.

  “Okay, I will let him know what you want.” I pull away and go grab some clothes. I have a bag in the living room that I keep here. If she keeps getting nightmares, I will have to think about moving it to her room. We can deal with that later.

  While I’m getting dressed, I send a message to Cook.

  Me: Ella says she will only come to the club if YOU make her steak and mashed potatoes.

  Cook: Then I will make her steak. When will you be here?

  Me: After the doc’s, so maybe over an hour.

  Cook: Right, Princess will get what she wants.

  I can’t help but smile. All the brothers call her Princess. That’s what she is to them now, so that is the only club name she will get. Sometimes we give the old ladies nick names if we can think of one to match her personality. The club whores don’t get club names. They are a part of the club for as long as they want to be, but the nicknames are only reserved for family.

  Trust me when I say that the club whores weren’t happy learning about the new addition. They knew they couldn’t say shit about Ella if they wanted to stay in the club. Since they are at the bottom, they can’t say shit about a princess. I don’t miss all the looks and glares they send Ella when she stops by to visit Prez.

  I am so nervous it’s crazy. I’m going to see my baby. Fuck. My baby. The one that’s growing inside Ella right now. They told her that she couldn’t go to the washroom so that they could see the baby better. Who the fuck knew that shit. I never knew that would cause a problem. We are currently in the waiting room (well, I’m sitting. Ella is pacing back and forth trying not to pee her pants). I swear she’s a second away from dancing on the spot.

  “Ella Daniels?” a woman in scrubs calls. Ella walks as quickly as she can to the nurse which makes me chuckle. The nurse looks at me as I get up and stand behind Ella, and I swear her eyes widen.

  “Sorry, this is Damien. He’s the father,” Ella says as she’s dancing in the spot she’s standing in.

  The woman nods her head and turns around. “Follow me and we can look at your baby.”

  We are placed in a room with a huge fucking machine with screens on it, and there is a bed beside it. The woman tells Ella to lay down.

  “I’m just going to need you to pull your pants down a bit, and then we can get started.” Ella pulls them down as best as she can, and then the woman helps her.

  “The gel might be a bit cold,” the woman states. Ella nods her head, and I realize that I am still standing by the door when she holds her hand out to me. I snap out of my daze and walk over to her so that I can grab her hand. She’s probably just as nervous as I am.

  “Alright, so I’m going to take some pictures and do some measurements to make sure that the baby is growing healthy. When I’m done, I will let you see the baby. I just need you to lay back and relax,” she tells Ella who nods her head in understanding.

  I watch the screen in fascination. Half of the time I’m not sure what the fuck I’m looking at, but it’s pretty cool to see something growing inside of Ella. After about forty-five minutes, the woman tells us that she has everything she needs and that we can see the baby now.

  She pushes the screen so that Ella can see the baby from her angle. I glance down at Ella, and notice she’s looking at me. I give her a smile and kiss her knuckles. She smiles back, and we both look at
the screen. I hear Ella gasp, and I suck in a large breath. Holy shit. From the angle that the woman has the baby on the screen, you can see the baby’s head and top part of its body. That’s it, there’s a fucking baby growing inside this woman. Not just any baby. Mine.

  Nothing could have ever prepared me for this moment. The moment that I see my baby for the first time. It’s amazing. This moment is the one that I will look back on and remember for the rest of my life. This is the day that I saw my baby for the first time.

  “Now, you wanted to know the sex, right?” she asks us with a smile.

  “Yeah, we want to know,” Ella says looking at me. All I can do is nod.

  “Well congratulations, you’re having a boy,” the woman says enthusiastically. I look at Ella, and see that she has unshed tears in her eyes.

  “Damien, we’re having a boy!” she says smiling. I smile back at her. I feel tears in my own eyes, and I never fucking expected that. Finding out that I’m having a son brings fucking tears to my eyes. Fuck, if Ella ever tells the brothers that I acted like this, I’m fucked.

  “We sure are baby, we are going to have a son.” I lean over and kiss the top of her head.

  “I’m going to print off some copies of the pictures for you guys to show friends and family. You can wipe off the gel, and the washroom is behind you.” The woman points to the door behind the bed and starts clicking on buttons. Ella wipes her stomach quickly, and runs to the bathroom as fast as she fucking can. All I can do is shake my head at her.

  “Here you are. Congratulations again,” the woman says before she leaves.

  So much has happened in my life in the last few months, but this is the moment it hits me. I’m going to be a dad. Sure, I always knew that I was going to be a father, but it never really stuck until I saw the baby inside Ella. At that moment, my life had changed. I don’t care about club pussy, or random women who want to fuck the VP of Vicious Snakes. All I care about is Ella and the baby. I already know that I won’t have to choose between her and the club because she is part of it.