Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Yes, nothing could be better.
“What now?” he asked. “Because you have a stand full of fans that want to say hi.”
I looked over to the stands and saw Danny, Belinda, and Nora with her family standing there, waiting patiently beside Six. Six who kept glaring at them every few seconds as if she wanted to rip into them.
Then I moved my eyes away from them to see Cleo and Rue standing there, arms around each other, Zakelina pressed between them.
As well as the entire Souls Chapel Revenants MC, members and their significant others.
Hell, there were even some Dixie Wardens there, too.
My entire crew. My family unit. My support system.
“We should probably tell them about the baby before they hear it on the news in a few seconds,” I admitted.
Zach chuckled against my throat, drawing the eyes of second place.
The tall, elegant black woman that I’d been staring at for the majority of the race looked envious of me.
I smiled at her, acknowledging that I knew how lucky I was.
She winked and said, “We have to be given our medals first. Then I think we can go.”
That was my thought, too.
I looked back at Zach. “Medals first. Then we can go.”
He squeezed me close. “How about I go break the news. Because I can already see my mom looking at something on her phone. It’s bound to get out sooner rather than later. Then, we’ll meet up after you get your medal. Sound good?”
I’d rather stay in his arms.
But Rue’s eyes snapped up to mine, and I knew that she knew.
“Shit,” I said. “You may want to head over there now.”
Zach’s eyes went that way, and he started laughing. “Maybe I’ll just stay close to you. Mom will share the news.”
I liked that idea better.
That, and he could hold me and keep me on my feet, because I was seriously exhausted.
Who knew running in the Olympics three months pregnant was so hard?
• • •
“How’s it feel?” Zach asked, his lips running down the length of my neck.
“Surreal,” I said softly. “Like nothing I ever imagined.”
When I’d skipped out on the Olympics when I was younger, I was glad that I didn’t know what I was going to be missing.
Because this feeling, this high, wasn’t one that you could ever reproduce or walk away from.
Zach traveled down my body, his mouth pressing against my barely there tummy that was a little bit more pronounced now that I’d just sweated out half my body weight in water.
“Are you sad that Murphy couldn’t come?” he asked.
“I think he was okay with the trade out,” I admitted.
Murphy was the only one in the family that knew that I was pregnant.
He didn’t get to come to France for the Olympics, but he knew a much bigger secret that he felt—and we agreed—was way more important.
“What do you want to bet he’s told the entire store?” Zach laughed against my stomach, speaking so closely to it that his lips were brushing my belly with every other word.
“Oh, there’s no doubt,” I snickered. “Everyone that came in today has heard that they’re not open this week because I’m at the Olympics, and that I’m now pregnant and giving him another great-grandbaby.”
He growled.
“So now that you’ve won this,” he said, going up on his elbows. “What’s next?”
What was next?
I didn’t know what was next.
“Have a baby.” I shrugged. “And go from there.”
His lips twitched. “So run and rear our kids. I think I like the sound of that.”
“And feed you gourmet meals,” I said. “Don’t forget that.”
His eyes gleamed. “I’ll never forget anything when it comes to you, baby. Never.”
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