MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC) by Bella Love-Wins Page B

down his throat, signaling for another. Maybe Axe should have slid over the whole damn bottle. That was the kind of earth-shattering news they were about to share. Silas was in the meeting room with Dean, so Axe sent one of the male members to go wake up Cole while he walked over and rapped his knuckled on the meeting room door. Within ten minutes, Silas, Cole, Dean and Axe were looking at Tate and Molly, waiting to hear the update.
    Even a few of the officers and members gathered around.
    That didn’t stop Molly from blurting shit out.
    “I’m pregnant…” Molly threw it out there into the room. No taking it back. She ripped that Band-Aid off, just like she said.
    “That’s one way to do it,” Tate muttered, taking a huge burning gulp of his second drink.
    The whole bar went dead silent, worse than crickets. It felt like even the music stopped. He couldn’t even tell if anyone moved even an inch while he nursed his drink as if it was the last one he’d ever have in his life.
    “Is this some kind of practical joke you two came up with on the ride home?” Cole shot them both an unreadable look. His brows drew down and knit together with skepticism. Yeah, it was a little past his bedtime the old man wasn’t a happy camper.
    “Nope. Read my lips. This is no fucking joke. She’s carrying my kid,” Tate supplied, downing the rest of his drink.
    “We don’t know that for sure,” Molly suggested, to which the rest of the guys shook their head. They’d know if they shifted too, so Tate wasn’t worried.
    Cole hit the top of the bar with the flat of his hand. “Okay. Looks like I win the pool. Pony up the cash, boys.” He laughed hard, clearly not concerned with their news all that much.
    “Uh? What the fuck?”
    He looked around him at the various brothers and officers and even general members who started slapping crumpled ten and twenty dollar bills in front of Cole. They had a god damn bet going? Seriously?
    “When the fuck was I going to find out about this shit, huh?”
    “Never, buddy. Kind of fucks up the betting pool when the person being betted on knows what’s going down,” Silas squeezed his shoulder and offered up his own huge wad of cash, congratulating Cole, his VP, on the win. Silas turned to Tate. “Should I be congratulating you too, Daddy?” Tate cringed at the name and ducked his head. “What about you, momma bear? You doing okay?”
    Silas went in for a hug with Molly, and the girl sunk into his chest, looking like the tears would start up again. She clung to his president. Tate quickly let go of the glass before it shattered in his hands.
    “Ah, so it really was a surprise, then?” Silas looked over Molly’s head when she didn’t answer, making eye contact with Tate to hear it from him. Something in Tate’s expression must have read back the fuck off , because Silas subtly moved away from Molly and gave Tate a light nod.
    “What’s going on down here? It’s like someone died…” Silas’s mother, Cindy, came down the stairs and Tate knew in one glance she’d pick up on the fact that something was going down. Even someone who hadn’t been fucking him on and off for a while could tell.
    Yeah, kicking it with the boss’s momma wasn’t exactly a fabulous idea. Most of his ideas in his young life had sucked, and this was no different. He was sure he needed a conversation with Cindy in private—then again, Molly could do it. They’d had a threesome, after all. It’d probably go over well coming from Molly.
    “I’m pregnant,” Molly blurted out, taking a sip from the bottle of water Axe had given her. “Does that sum it up for you?”
    “You man-trapping bitch!” One second, Cindy was perched on the last step of the stairs and the next, she had her finger in front of Molly’s face, yelling up a storm.
    “Jesus Christ!” Tate leapt up from the bar and stood in between them. He did not see that coming, not from Cindy.
    The older lady tilted her body to the side to get