“Well congratulations,” she says, trying to hide her shock. “Is your divorce finalized then?”
Fuck. I completely forgot about that. I look to Dex who grins at the look on my face.
“All sorted. Was a free man as of this morning,” he says, eyes smiling at me. He bought me a ring the day his divorce was finalized. I love that he didn’t want to waste any time.
“When is the wedding going to be? Will you be having a big one?” she asks.
“Anything Faye wants,” Dex replies, winking at me.
“I see,” his mother mutters, clearly not happy with his answer. “I spoke to your parents the other day.”
Great, just great.
“I’m not on speaking terms with my parents,” I reply without emotion.
“Really? They didn’t mention that. Just that you had moved out.”
Of course they wouldn’t, because that would make them look bad. My mother wouldn’t allow that.
“I told them that you were dating Dexter. They didn’t seem to be pleased about that,” she says, leaning back on her white couch.
I shrug. “It doesn’t matter what they say.”
“I’m having some people around tonight, if you want to stay for dinner?” she says, turning to her son.
“No thanks Ma, Faye and I have plans. Maybe next time,” he says standing to leave.
“I wish you would talk to Eric, he is your baby brother after all,” she quickly says, standing and smoothing down her dress suit.
“We’ve been through this…”
“He’s your brother!” she snaps.
“He’s also a f**kin’ asshole. I have a bunch of brothers at home, and none of them would betray me. I wouldn’t even turn my back on a man like Eric,” Dex growls, grabbing my hand and leading me out.
“This just because of her,” she sniffs.
I assume I am the her.
Dex stops in his tracks. “Has nothing to do with her. Eric and I have never got on, and as much as it sucks, it is what it is. Don’t try blaming Faye for this. Faye is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I see Eric out of the corner of my eye, leaning against the door, listening. He bobs his head, gives me a sad smile, and then walks away.
I think he finally gets it. Dex loves me.
Me.
He breathes me.
Eric knows what we had wasn’t that. It wasn’t even close.
We say bye to his mother and get the hell out of there.
Chapter Twenty Five
I put my hand on my stomach as Clover moves around, kicking me. The banana I placed on my belly for safekeeping wobbles with one hard kick. I shake my head. I can’t wait to hold my little girl. I’m now seven months pregnant. Dex moved us into our new house, but I still spend some nights at the clubhouse. Tonight is one of those nights. Dex has gone somewhere with Jim, and I’m hanging out with the rest of the brothers.
“Faye! Your huge ass is blocking the TV!” Rake calls out, the jerk. I throw my banana at his head as he cackles with laughter. Allie sits on Tracker’s lap, his arms resting on her hips. He sees me watching and winks at me. I think those two are finally getting serious. I give him a thumbs up. He shakes his head and mutters something about me being goofy. Arrow walks into the room and sits down next to me. I stare into his brown eyes and tug on his beard.
“Nice to see you stranger,” I say with a smile.
“Nice to see you too,” he replies with a lip twitch.
“You look much better,” I blurt out, taking in his freshly cut hair and circle-free eyes.
“I feel better,” he replies.
“So I have my best biker back?” I whisper, not letting anyone else hear.
“You never lost him, little girl,” he replies, flashing me his white teeth. “You’ve gotten so big.”
I gasp. “You did not just say that!”
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he quickly says, trying to cover up his blunder.
“So I’ve gotten big in a good way?”
I look down at my boobs. Okay so those have gotten bigger, from a B cup to a C, but so has everything else too. My already huge ass has gone from J-Lo to Kim Kardashian.
Okay, not that big, but still.
Arrow turns to Rake. “Someone could have warned me.”
“About what?” I ask, looking at Rake in confusion.
“Nothing,” Rake adds, throwing me back the banana and turning his face to attempt hiding his smile.
“I’m not that bad,” I sulk, peeling my banana and taking a bite out of it. Irish and Trace walk into the room.
“Is the beast in a good mood?” Irish asks as he sits down.
My mouth drops open. “I was in a good mood!”
To be honest, I have been grumpy in the last few days. My back hurts, my feet hurt, and I have heartburn, but I totally thought I was suffering in silence.
Apparently not.
“When does Dex get back?” I ask, rubbing my stomach absently.
No one answers me. Game of Thrones is on, and everyone is watching it in fascination. Allie and Tracker start making out, his hands groping all over her ass. Feeling uncomfortable, I turn to Arrow, who is watching me in amusement.
“Still a prude?” he asks quietly.
“I’m not a prude. I just prefer that kind of stuff to be private. I’m not judging anyone, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me uncomfortable to see free live p**n ,” I reply, just as quiet.