palm down his face.
Unbelievable.
Un-fucking-believable.
How long would it have been before she figured out she was carrying a kid?
His kid.
Probably a few more months, if he hadn’t shifted.
This was it for sure. Life as he knew it was done. Everything would change as soon as this baby came. He’d have to step up and be a father. God…a father? Daddy? Papa? Dad? Christ, no child should ever have him as a parent, let alone own possess part of his genetic code. The kid could easily end up all fucked up with mental problems out the ass.
Will . The kid will …
Tate kicked the trashcan in the corner outside the bathroom stall, crouching down with his head in his hands as trash spilled all over the floor.
Molly made a noise on the other side of the stall door.
“I can’t do this… I can’t look.”
How would she even handle a baby that was half bear shifter? Tate shuddered at the idea. What the hell was a half bear shifter? He’d never seen one. All the babies at the clubhouse were one hundred percent shifters. They all had both a momma bear and a papa bear, not a human and a screwed up borderline crazy bear. He hung his head between his knees, slowly letting his ass hit the disgusting floor. His life was over. No more fun, no more whoring it out. He’d be switching his little black book to keeping a little black onesie in case of accidents. His lack of sleep now would no longer be because of too much partying…eight months from now it’d be on account of too much pooping and teething and night feedings. Tate made a face. Was there any way to forget this was even happening? He wanted that option. A big old out sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
Behind him, Molly made a painful groaning noise, somewhere between a strangled sob and a gasp that made his fingers clench into fists at his sides.
“Oh Christ…no…no…”
He couldn’t look at her now. Not while she fell apart because she was carrying his baby. It must be fucking hell on earth to know she was knocked up with hell’s spawn, but shit, did she have to act as if she were dying? Her sobs seemed extra loud thanks to the bathroom acoustics and he was so numb he didn’t think he could get off his ass to comfort her if his life depended on it.
Besides, he really fucking doubted she wanted him to touch her right now.
A small part of him took offense as another racking sob hit his ear drums like a smack in the face.
“It’ll be okay,” he said on autopilot, dull, as if he were sinking in a giant tank of water. The words were hollow to his own ears.
“I’ve got to take another test. This one has to be busted,” Molly said between the panicked crying.
“It’ll say the same thing, but if you want another test, I’ll get you one.” He got to his feet, relieved to at least temporarily get away. He stumbled back to the gas station concession area and found another test. Hell, he picked up two this time. She’d probably want another. After paying, he took them back to her, passing them over the stall door so he wouldn’t have to open the door and look her in the eye. She snatched it from his hands and was silent for a while.
“I can’t pee for a while. Let’s just get back to the clubhouse. I’ll check it then. Crap, I need a drink. Shit! I can’t have a fucking drink if this is really happening. Oh Gawwwwwwd…”
Now that made her bawl.
Jesus, was the news really that bad? He wouldn’t split on her or the kid, though the idea held its charm. He dug his nails into his palms until stabbing pain washed up his forearms. It was time to man up and own up to his mistakes, which from the sound of Molly’s sobbing was exactly what this development was—a life changing, wrecking ball of a blunder.
“I have to tell Silas and the brothers as soon as we get back.”
This way they could confront what she really felt when she played it off like she was in denial. It was better to get this out in the open, to talk it all out now so he
Unbelievable.
Un-fucking-believable.
How long would it have been before she figured out she was carrying a kid?
His kid.
Probably a few more months, if he hadn’t shifted.
This was it for sure. Life as he knew it was done. Everything would change as soon as this baby came. He’d have to step up and be a father. God…a father? Daddy? Papa? Dad? Christ, no child should ever have him as a parent, let alone own possess part of his genetic code. The kid could easily end up all fucked up with mental problems out the ass.
Will . The kid will …
Tate kicked the trashcan in the corner outside the bathroom stall, crouching down with his head in his hands as trash spilled all over the floor.
Molly made a noise on the other side of the stall door.
“I can’t do this… I can’t look.”
How would she even handle a baby that was half bear shifter? Tate shuddered at the idea. What the hell was a half bear shifter? He’d never seen one. All the babies at the clubhouse were one hundred percent shifters. They all had both a momma bear and a papa bear, not a human and a screwed up borderline crazy bear. He hung his head between his knees, slowly letting his ass hit the disgusting floor. His life was over. No more fun, no more whoring it out. He’d be switching his little black book to keeping a little black onesie in case of accidents. His lack of sleep now would no longer be because of too much partying…eight months from now it’d be on account of too much pooping and teething and night feedings. Tate made a face. Was there any way to forget this was even happening? He wanted that option. A big old out sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
Behind him, Molly made a painful groaning noise, somewhere between a strangled sob and a gasp that made his fingers clench into fists at his sides.
“Oh Christ…no…no…”
He couldn’t look at her now. Not while she fell apart because she was carrying his baby. It must be fucking hell on earth to know she was knocked up with hell’s spawn, but shit, did she have to act as if she were dying? Her sobs seemed extra loud thanks to the bathroom acoustics and he was so numb he didn’t think he could get off his ass to comfort her if his life depended on it.
Besides, he really fucking doubted she wanted him to touch her right now.
A small part of him took offense as another racking sob hit his ear drums like a smack in the face.
“It’ll be okay,” he said on autopilot, dull, as if he were sinking in a giant tank of water. The words were hollow to his own ears.
“I’ve got to take another test. This one has to be busted,” Molly said between the panicked crying.
“It’ll say the same thing, but if you want another test, I’ll get you one.” He got to his feet, relieved to at least temporarily get away. He stumbled back to the gas station concession area and found another test. Hell, he picked up two this time. She’d probably want another. After paying, he took them back to her, passing them over the stall door so he wouldn’t have to open the door and look her in the eye. She snatched it from his hands and was silent for a while.
“I can’t pee for a while. Let’s just get back to the clubhouse. I’ll check it then. Crap, I need a drink. Shit! I can’t have a fucking drink if this is really happening. Oh Gawwwwwwd…”
Now that made her bawl.
Jesus, was the news really that bad? He wouldn’t split on her or the kid, though the idea held its charm. He dug his nails into his palms until stabbing pain washed up his forearms. It was time to man up and own up to his mistakes, which from the sound of Molly’s sobbing was exactly what this development was—a life changing, wrecking ball of a blunder.
“I have to tell Silas and the brothers as soon as we get back.”
This way they could confront what she really felt when she played it off like she was in denial. It was better to get this out in the open, to talk it all out now so he
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