Bloody Royals (Bloody Black Skulls MC #1) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bloody Black Skulls MC Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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I resisted the urge to rub my chest. I was surprised I wasn’t bleeding from his words. Damn, that cut deep. He sure as hell didn’t hide what he felt, did he?

I looked away from him, forcing myself not to cry. I refused to cry in front of him. My emotions were all over the place, and I fucking hated it. It had to be because I was sick. I never got this emotional.

The doctor came into the room, and I sighed in relief. Maybe now we could find out what in the hell was wrong with me. I hated feeling like this.

“Miss Holland, I have your diagnosis. Would you like Mr. Louis to be in the room with you, or would you like him to leave?”

I looked at Travis. His eyes met mine. Even though I had cut him deep, he still showed that he cared. He slightly inclined his head towards me, letting me know it was my choice. Drawing in a deep breath, I looked back at the doctor. “He can stay in the room. I’m sure it’s nothing bad.”

He nodded and looked back down at his folder. “Well, Miss Holland, it seems that you have developed a severe case of morning sickness.”

My heart stuttered in my chest. Morning sickness? Wasn’t that related to pregnancy, though?

“Morning sickness?” I asked the doctor incredulously, wanting to cry.

I couldn’t be pregnant.

I felt Travis’s large hand wrap around my smaller one. He squeezed it to give me some comfort, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. The doctor looked up at me and instantly noticed my frightened, pale features. Hell, I felt like I’d seen a fucking ghost. “Ah, so I take it that you had no idea you were pregnant, then?”

I shook my head no, completely speechless. I was pregnant? How in the hell had I let this happen? Damn it, why wasn’t I smart enough to make sure Travis and I used protection?

I looked up at Travis to find him looking down at me. My mouth opened. I desperately wanted to say something, but hell, I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even form a proper thought in my head that made sense. I couldn’t even begin wrapping my head around this.

“I’ll give you two a moment alone,” the doctor said, noticing how speechless Travis and I currently were. “When you’re ready, Mr. Louis can come let me know, and we’ll do a pelvic exam and go ahead and do some blood work.”

He walked out of the room, and tears instantly poured down my face. I sobbed, my shoulders shaking.

This couldn’t be happening. I wasn’t fit to be a mom.

Travis sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into his arms. He brushed his fingers over my cheeks, wiping tears away, but it didn’t matter. More just flowed into their place. “Shh,” he cooed. “Baby, calm down.”

“Oh, God, Travis,” I sobbed. “What am I going to do? What are we going to do?”

He silenced me by kissing me. I moaned into the kiss, his tongue probing mine, his hand sliding down to grip my waist. I arched my back, kissing him back, everything else falling from my mind but this man and the way he made me feel.

When he pulled back, he pushed my hair out of my face. “We’re going to work things out between us, and we’ll make this work; I promise. I never break my promises, Katie.”

I nodded, burying my face in his chest, letting my tears soak his shirt. I knew this was my chance to fix things and make them right again. I had wanted a chance, and I got it. Even though it wasn’t the best thing to bring us together, it was something.

But damn it, did the universe have to be so fucking twisted?

I put my hand over my belly. I was going to be a mother. Sure, my child wasn’t even big enough to probably be nothing more than a ball of cells, but I was going to be a fucking mom. I had to grow up and stop thinking about my own selfish needs and begin to think about what was best for my child and my relationship with Travis.

Travis’s hand covered mine on top of my belly, and he smiled at me softly. My heart swelled in my chest. My lips trembled. He brushed his lips with mine, soothing some of my torment. “We’ll make it work, Katie; I promise.”

I just hoped and prayed that I wouldn’t end up fucking things up again.

10

After calming down and talking to the doctor, getting my blood work done as well as having a pelvic exam done, I was finally back in Amy’s hospital room. For the moment, it was just me and Amy. Travis had gone to see if he could find us some food and get us a hotel room for the night. Nicholas was out taking care of some club business, or so he had said.


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