Tiny's Hope

He’s my everything and it’s why I do what I do next, hoping for the best though dreading the worse. “I’m pregnant,” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes.
“Come again,” Chains demands his body going taut, his eyes change from loving to cold.
“I . . . found out yesterday. I’m pregnant,” I murmur inaudible.
Chains snatches his hand away from my face as if I’d burned him. Throws his door open and gets out. He opens the back-passenger door on his side and pulls Brook out of her car seat before I can even get out of the truck. “Get River, Sloane,” he orders coldly.
Oh no.
Without a word, I twist in my seat in order to release River from his car seat and pull him to the front. Thanks to the truck being lifted as it is, I’m not able to get the kids in and out without Chains help. So, I do the only thing I can. I open my door, and with River tightly in my arms, I climb out.
“Inside,” Chains prompts from the front of the truck.
Gee thanks for making sure I got our son out safely.
God why did I have to tell him?
Because I don’t like keeping anything from him. I tell him everything.
Well mostly everything except the details of what I went through growing up and about the nightmares I’ve been having about it.
I follow Chains into the clubhouse and silently keep up with him to the best of my ability as he stops and hands Brook to Pitch Black. He then turns to me and plucks River from my arms and hands him to Brake. “Watch them for a bit, I need to speak with my ol’ lady,” he growls, his hand coming to wrap around my wrist rather than hold my hand as he normally would.
I keep my gaze casted down as Chains all but drags me the rest of the way to our room. He releases his grasp on my wrist as the door slams shut behind us. Standing in the middle of the room, I refuse to look up. I can feel his anger pouring off him and for the first time since we’ve been together, I fear what he might do to me. I’ve never feared this man until now.
“You need to get rid of it.” My head snaps up at the snarling command Chains just gave me. “I’ll take you in the morning,” he sneers.
He wants me to kill our child?
No, I can’t do it. I won’t.
“I told you I didn’t want to have anymore. How’d you do it Sloane? Did you sleep with someone else? Poke holes in the condoms? Fake takin’ your birth control? ‘Cause I sure as shit made sure I didn’t fuck you bare anymore.”
I flinch at the harsh words of Chains.
“You know don’t even bother answering me, I’m going out. I’ll be back in the morning to take you to the clinic,” he snarls.
As the door slams shut behind him, tears spill down my cheeks while I crumple to the floor. How can he demand I do something like kill a child we made together? Let alone of me tricking him or cheating on him.
It’s then I remember my father’s words yet again. “I’ve had the doctors test her to make sure she was indeed fertile and will be able to breed plentiful.” I remember going to the doctor multiple times before meeting Nixon to receive testing and an injection. The doctor explained to my father that I was fertile and explained about the drug he created to make sure even if I were on contraceptives, I would become pregnant.
Oh God this is all my fault. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? I should have remembered this all along.
Now everything is going to hell. How did this day go from wonderful waking up in Chains arms and having him make love to me to this?
My tears turn to sobs as I realize what I have to do. Twirling around the room, I find a piece of paper on Chains desk and a pen. I’ll explain about how I ended up pregnant and as I do so my heartbreaks even further. I’m not only losing the man I love but my twins. I wish I could take them with me but I know if I do, they’ll be in danger.
As much as I like to think I can outrun my past I know it will catch up to me and with my dreams lately, it’s a major possibility. Maybe after the baby is born, Chains will change his mind about him or her. Though I know he’ll never want me again. I can at least hope he’ll take our child when hell opens up to swallow me whole.

Chapter Five


Chains
Groaning, I roll to my side and nearly fall off the damn couch. I barely catch myself from doing a faceplant onto the floor.
Fuck.
I still can’t believe I slept in here rather than in my bed. Then I remember why.
Tiny’s pregnant and I went off on her, blaming her for tricking me, and all that shit. After informing her she’s terminating the pregnancy this morning, I stormed out on her. I found Ryder and asked if he and Brielle could take the twins for the night. When he agreed, I stormed out of the clubhouse, got on my bike, and road for hours before coming back, grabbing a bottle of Beam and coming into my office. I drank until I passed out alone.
Shit.
I twist my neck one way then the other before standing up. I need to get some shit straightened out. One of them being setting shit straight with Tiny. I know I fucked up majorly last night and I’ve got to rectify what I caused.
Do I want another kid? Fuck no. But I’m not able to lose my ol’ lady too.
Pulling my phone out, I shoot a text to Ryder telling him I’ll get the twins in a little bit as