by Smith, T. O.
"Of course. I'll talk to Lisa and get her started on it ASAP." He said.
My head snapped to Amelia as she gaped at Drake. "Lisa Grey?" Amelia asked incredulously.
Drake nodded. "You know her?"
"Holy shit, for once, I met an agent who was telling the truth." Amelia muttered to herself.
"Lisa talked to Amelia one day when some agents came out to search the club house.” I told him. “She said that she used to be involved with bikers. Amelia didn't believe her; therefore, she never gave her a call."
Drake chuckled. "She's the mother of my oldest child."
It made a lot more sense now. She had mentioned she had a kid. Of course, Lisa would do what she could to keep Drake out of prison; he was the father of her kid.
Amelia sighed. "Okay, back to the topic at hand. We'll send you some of our crew when you need them, but Cole and I can't go up there until he gets better." She said.
"Darling," Amelia flinched at the name and I rubbed soothing circles on her lower back, "you're not riding up there. You're pregnant. You're going to stay here and take care of that baby of yours.” He shot her a look when she opened her mouth to argue. “Don't argue with me because you will lose." He told her.
Amelia clenched her jaw. I shook my head at her. I agreed with Drake. She didn’t need to be riding anywhere. "I'm on his side with this." I told her.
"Fuck you both." She ground out through clenched teeth.
Carlos chuckled and I looked over at him. "What are your thoughts on this alliance?" I asked him. He hadn’t said much, and I needed to know he was cool with this, too.
"Honestly, I think it will do both clubs some good. We need your help and you need ours. This is a beneficial alliance for both of the clubs. I'm in." He said.
Amelia yawned, dropping her head into her hand, trying to stay awake. I chuckled at her and looked over at Drake. "As long as you hold up your end of the deal, we've got an alliance." I told him.
He nodded. "Good." He stood and Carlos followed suit. "I'm going to go drink and find this Tammi bitch.”
Amelia smirked at Drake. He shot her a smirk back as he walked out of our bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I laid back down, pulling Amelia down with me. She curled up into my side and sighed, closing her eyes. "Don't wake me up again." She grumbled.
I chuckled and kissed her forehead as she fell back asleep. I continued to lay awake, playing on my phone since I wasn't tired at that moment. I just enjoyed holding Amelia for a little bit.
A few hours later as I was actually about to fall asleep, someone knocked on the door. I told them to come in and my dad stepped in. "Clay was just admitted into the hospital. He overdosed on pain pills and he's given himself alcohol poisoning. Your mom and I are about to head up there."
I sighed. Fuck. I should have known he was back into some really bad shit again since he hadn't really shown his face around the club house much these past few months. I really needed to start keeping a closer eye on him. "Keep me updated." I muttered.
He nodded and walked back out of the room. I closed my eyes again, letting sleep take over my body.
~*~*~
Amelia's POV
Someone was shaking my body, and I was ready to fucking punch them. I cursed and glared at Cole. "What?" I snapped.
"I'm just as tired, but I have to piss. Go get Brian for me so he can help me get to the bathroom."
"Why not your dad or Clay?" I asked him as I slid out of bed grumpily. I really just wanted to be sleeping right now. I was getting real fucking sick and tired of all of the interruptions.
"Clay is in the hospital and dad is with him." I was about to ask him why, but he shot me a look, shutting me up instantly. "Clay overdosed and gave himself alcohol poisoning. Now please go get Brian so I can piss." He begged.
I left the room and went to get Brian. I found him passed out on the couch in the bar room. I shook him awake, and he blinked up at me. "Nice to see you out here again." He said gruffly, giving me a small smile.
I sighed. "Trust me, I would much rather be sleeping, but Cole needs your help. He's got to piss and he can't get up on his own."
Brian stood up and followed me back down the hall. He helped Cole off of the bed and into the bathroom. I crawled back into bed and covered back up. Eventually, Brian got Cole back into bed, and he chuckled at me as I cuddled up to Cole. "For such a ruthless bitch, I never expected you to be the cuddly type of person." He commented.
I ignored him, but Cole smiled, kissing my forehead. "Everyone's got a soft spot somewhere." He told Brian. "Amelia’s happens to be me."
I rolled my eyes, but didn't say anything again. What was I going to say? I didn't exactly feel like lying and having to stick to it. I mean, Cole really was my soft spot. He was everything to me.
I heard Brian leave the room and I sighed. "Baby, you don't know how good you feel pressed against me." Cole muttered. "I can't wait until I'm completely better so I can bend you over the desk and fuck you senseless."
I smiled. "I might be too big to bend over a desk by then." I told him.
Cole groaned. "I can just imagine you in sexy red lace with your belly sticking out. Fuck baby, you'll be so fucking hot."
I kissed his chest, not answering him. Cole rubbed my belly and I fell asleep quicker because of his comforting touch. I was so in love with this man, it was almost insane.
Nineteen
Amelia's POV
Cole had completely healed and was up and moving around normally. He was doing all of his normal activities again. My stomach was getting noticeably bigger. I was twenty weeks pregnant at the moment, and my bump was sticking out, making it very noticeable to everyone that I was pregnant.
"Babe, I've got to ride up to the London's Tears territory." Cole told me as he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Wait, what?!" I exclaimed. This was the first I had heard anything about this. He had made a fucking decision without consulting me, and he really thought he was leaving me behind?
I jumped out of bed and followed him. "If you're going, then I'm going with you." I told him. I would be damned if I stayed here.
Cole snorted as he stepped into the shower. I stepped in with him. I was going with him whether he liked it or not. "Amelia, we've discussed this a million times. You are not riding on your bike that long, and I won't have you hurt because they're in the middle of a war." He retorted, as if that would make me stay.
"Like I couldn't be hurt here!" I exclaimed. "Cole, I'm riding with you." I told him.
"No, you're not!" He roared.
I glared at him. He could go fuck himself. If he decided to leave without me, I would ride up there by myself. He wasn't stopping me; like fuck was he stopping me.
I went to get back out of the shower. Fuck, I was so pissed at him right then. I had just almost lost him. I went fucking ballistic when he had gotten shot. How could he fucking expect me to be okay with him riding hours away where I could possibly actually lose him this time, and I wouldn’t be there to make sure he got the help he needed.
Cole grabbed my arm and spun me around, pulling me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me as the water sprayed over us. "Babe, you can't go. You've got to understand that." He murmured into my hair.
“How is that fair when you aren't understanding any reason I give you about why I don't want you to go without me?" I mumbled into his chest.
He sighed. "Baby, you've got more than just yourself to worry about. You're carrying our baby. You've got to think about it, too." He said, trying to reason with me.
"I know how to keep myself safe, Cole. Please just let me go with you." I begged him, tightening my arms around his waist.
He kissed the top of my head. "No. That's final, Amelia."
I yanked away from him, pissed off. Fine. I would let it go, but I was going to ride up there as soon as he left. I would be damned if he left me here. I fucking refused to let him go up there by himself.
~*~*~
&n
bsp; I stood outside by Cole's bike as he mounted it. He leaned over and kissed my stomach and then rubbed my belly. "I'll see you when I get back, alright?"
I nodded. He kissed me, pulling me against him. When he pulled back, he leaned down and kissed my belly again. "Take care of our baby, will you?" He asked me.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course." I told him.
I stepped back as he started his bike. I so badly wanted to say, 'I love you' but I couldn't. I didn’t know if he felt the same way, and I wouldn’t risk having him run away on me. "Take care!" I shouted over his bike.
He nodded at me and pulled out. The rest of the crew fell in line behind him. I walked back into the clubhouse to go start packing my bag. I wasn't going to let him be up there by himself. I was his Vice President, and the mother of his child. He had another thing coming for him if he thought I was staying behind.
~*~*~
I was about to carry my bag out to my bike when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I gasped, dropping my bag onto the floor of the hallway. I leaned against the wall, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I felt another one almost instantly, and tears filled my eyes. "Someone help me!" I shouted desperately.
Fuck, something was wrong.
Brian came running down the hall. "What's wrong?" He asked me frantically. "Is it the baby?"
I nodded my head. He picked me up and carried me out to Cole's truck. "Cole is going to kill you." I grumbled, wincing as another sharp pain shot through my stomach.
"I think he'll be more worried about you and the baby." Brian retorted, placing me in the passenger seat.
He got in on the driver's side and hotwired Cole's truck. He sped off to the hospital, continuously asking me how I felt. When we got there, he carried me inside and got me immediate help. I felt another sharp pain and whimpered, curling onto my side. Fuck, it hurt so goddamn much.
Dr. Kline rushed into the room. "Amelia, I need you to roll over onto your back. We need to hook up the monitors to your belly so we can monitor your contractions."
I shook my head at him. "It hurts." I mumbled. "I don't want to move."
He gently rolled me over and the nurse hurriedly wrapped the monitors around my belly. "Describe to me what your feeling." Dr. Kline told me.
"I'm feeling sharp stabs of pain in my stomach." I muttered. I felt another one and the nurse prevented me from rolling back onto my side. "Make it stop." I whimpered, tears falling down my face.
"What were you doing when this started?" Dr. Kline demanded.
"I was carrying my bag of clothes to my bike." I heard Brian snort quietly, but I was in too much pain to snap at him.
Dr. Kline nodded and wrote something down on his clip board. "We're going to monitor you and see if these are labor contractions or Braxton Hicks contractions, okay?"
I nodded. He left the room and Brian rushed over. "Are you okay?" He asked me.
I shook my head no. "Have you talked to Cole?" I muttered, already dreading the answer. Cole was going to flip his fucking shit, I just knew it.
"No point if I didn't know what was going on." He told me.
I pulled my phone out and called him. It rang, but he didn't answer. "He's probably still on his way up there." I sighed.
"Do you want me to call Katie or Travis?" Brian asked me.
I shook my head. "No. It's not like anyone really fucking cares." I muttered.
He pulled a chair up beside my bed. "I'll sit here until you're released. I won't let you be alone right now, Amelia. This has got to be terrifying for you." He said softly.
I nodded and whimpered when I felt another pain. Brian jumped up from the chair, and kept me on my back. "You've got to stay on your back, Amelia. You'll move the monitors otherwise."
A little while later, Brian's phone went off. I was almost about to fall asleep. I had been there for four hours. I had been given another shot to stop the contractions, but they were keeping me in the hospital until further notice.
"Yeah?" Brian said when he answered.
"What in the hell is going on?!" Cole roared.
Brian winced and looked up at me. I held my hand out for his phone and he gave it to me quickly, obviously not wanting to be on the receiving end of Cole's anger. Hell, I really didn’t want to be either.
"Cole?" I whispered.
He breathed out a sigh. "Baby, are you okay? Fuck, my mom was blowing up my phone demanding where you were. What's going on?" He demanded.
"I'm in the hospital." I muttered, already dreading his answer.
"What?!" Cole shouted. "What in the hell did you do?!"
"I didn't do anything!" I yelled back at him. Why the fuck was it always me that had to fucking do something?
Brian snatched the phone from me, shooting me a scowl. He put the phone on speaker. "She didn't do anything, Cole. I think she was just trying to come up there to you after you left, and she ended up having contractions again."
"For fuck's sake!" Cole roared. "She always fucking does something like this! I'll be home in a few hours." He snapped.
"Don't bother." I spat. "I don't want to fucking see you if you're going to act like this." I looked at Brian. "Hang up the fucking phone."
"Brian, don't you fucking listen to her!" Cole roared.
"Hang it up!" I shouted.
Brian did as I told him and sighed. "Cole's going to kill me, you know that?" He asked me.
"He's more pissed at me than you.” I assured him. “You don't have anything to worry about." I whispered.
I turned my head away from him as tears filled my eyes. All I truly wanted was for Cole to comfort me, but instead he had to blame me and yell at me and make me feel even worse. I meant what I said to him. If he was going to act like a fucking asshole, then I didn't want him to come home.
~*~*~
When I woke up, someone was holding my hand, and two men were whispering back and forth. I blinked awake to find Cole standing over me, talking to Brian. He was holding my hand in his tightly. "Has the doctor been back to see her since she received the shot?" Cole asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.
"Once, but she was asleep. He just took notes of some things, told me everything looked okay, and left the room again." Brian muttered.
I yawned and Cole looked down at me, his features softening instantly. "How are you feeling?" He asked me quietly.
"Fine for right now." I murmured. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you I was coming back." He told me.
I glared at him, instantly feeling pissed off. "I told you not to since you were being a fucking dick." I spat at him. "I'm dealing with enough. I don't need your fucking attitude on top of it."
He leaned down and silenced me by kissing me. I moaned softly. "I'm sorry." He whispered against my lips. "Do you know what it's like for me to be hours away from you and find out that you're in the hospital again?"
"You wouldn't even be here if I weren't fucking pregnant." I spat at him. I fucking hated that he only seemed to care because of this goddamn baby.
"Like hell I wouldn't!" He shouted down at me, releasing my hand and running his hands through his hair roughly, tugging on the ends. "You fucking know me better than that, Amelia! I was by your side every fucking time you got hospitalized! You fucking know I was! I was the first person you laid your eyes on every time you finally woke up, so don't even try pull that shit on me!" He roared.
A nurse came into the room. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You can't stress Miss Johnson out." She told him, her tone a bit wary. Everyone knew the lethality of Cole’s anger.
Cole sighed through his nose and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not leaving." He ground out between clenched teeth. "I won't stress her out." He reassured the nurse.
She nodded and left the room. Cole plopped himself into a chair, running both of his hands through his hair again. "How in the hell did you two get here?" Cole asked Brian.
Brian smiled sheepishly. "I, uh, hotwired your truck. I didn't think it would
be a good idea to try to get her to ride a bike."
Cole shrugged. "As long as you got her here, I don't care." He muttered.
Brian chuckled and smirked at me. "See? I told you he wouldn't kill me."
I rolled my eyes at him and closed my eyes again. I did feel guilty that I put Cole through this again. He didn't deserve to always be scared that I was going to kill his baby. It was obvious he was excited about being a dad and that he loved his kid a lot. Who was I to put him through this shit all of the time?
"I'm sorry, Cole." I whispered, looking over at him.
His eyes snapped up to mine with a questioning look. "Why? You haven't done anything wrong." He murmured.
I sighed. "I keep scaring you. I know you're continuously worried I'm going to end up killing the baby. Who knows," I let out a humorless laugh, "one day I might accomplish it." I looked up at him. "Why do you keep sticking around knowing one day I'll either end up killing our baby or dead myself?"
Cole stood up and grabbed my face in his hands. His eyes bore into mine with a fierceness I had never seen on him. "I stick around because I care about you, Amelia. I've already brought you into the dangers of my life. Letting you go would mean giving up, and I'm never giving up on you, Amelia." He said fiercely.
I blew out a breath, looking away from him. My phone went off. Brian handed it to me as Cole stepped back from me. I answered it. "Amelia speaking." I muttered.
"Where the fuck is Cole?!" Drake roared.
I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear. "Beside me." I told him. "He didn't-?" I began to ask, but Drake cut me off.
"Put him on the fucking phone!" He snapped.
I handed the phone to Cole who suddenly looked pissed. "Yell at her one more fucking time and I'll do the DM's job for them and put a bullet through your skull." Cole ground out through clenched teeth.
"I need help. Holly is missing." I heard Drake say.
My eyes widened in shock. Cole cursed. "Is Lilly still with you?"
