Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“I don’t know her name, or which one she is, but Killyama mentioned at lunch today that she would bring her by.”
Moon grabbed his boots in one hand. “Who is she?” he asked Jade since she seemed to know more than Stori.
“Killyama’s doula.”
“Her name is Doula?”
“No, she’s a doula.”
Moon frowned. “What in the fuck is a doula?”
“She provides emotional support for Killyama and Train during their pregnancy and having the baby.”
His jaw clenched, still furious. “That’s a thing?”
“Oh … yes. It’s getting more and more popular.”
“I’m glad Killyama is going to have emotional support; she’s going to fucking need it.”
CHAPTER TEN
“You’re not going to believe this!”
Larissa dropped the book on her lap as Priscilla stormed into the living room. Lana closed the kitchen cabinet and moved to the counter to listen as Priscilla dropped her coat and purse on a chair offset the couch.
Larissa hesitated to ask what had Priscilla so fired up, aware of who her last scheduled appointment of the day was with. Lana, on the other hand, had no such hesitation, giving her a worried frown.
“What aren’t we going to believe?”
“I just want to say …” Priscilla glowered at both of them as she raised her hands, emphasizing how furious she was with the both of them. “I want to know how you two were both taken in by a man who has the morals of an alley cat.”
Larissa felt a heated blush creep up her cheeks. “Are you talking about Moon?”
Priscilla karate chopped the air. “Who else would I be talking about?”
Placing another pillow behind her back, Larissa raised herself higher on the couch. “I didn’t pick him.” She tried to keep her voice level and calm, even though she was fighting not to raise her voice. “I didn’t know Moon was even back at the club.”
Leaving the kitchen, Lana went to the couch to pick up the coat and purse, which had been tossed aside, and hung both on the coat rack. “I accept full responsibility.” She took a seat on the chair she had cleared. “Both of you were ready to go home. I was the one who wanted to stay at The Last Riders’.”
Priscilla sighed, losing steam at Lana’s unhappy expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off.” She shot each of them an apologetic glance. “It’s just … he’s such a … dog.”
Larissa couldn’t help but smile. “A second ago, he was an alley cat. Why don’t you tell us what he did, so we can cast our vote?”
“Ugh…” Priscilla grimaced. “You know I was meeting Killyama and Train at five thirty?”
Larissa nodded. “I should. I’m the one who scheduled it for you.” With her foot being in a cast, she was confined to the office until the weather turned warmer so she wouldn’t have to fear another tumble.
“Train was late, and the later he was, the angrier Killyama got. I offered to leave and reschedule their appointment. She wasn’t happy with that option at all.” Priscilla rolled her eyes. “Instead, she looked at the consultation sheet, which is what we would have done if Train had been there. Killyama suggested she show me around their house, if they decide to go ahead with a home birth, that since you’re out of commission for the next four weeks, I could give insights if they decided to have a water birth.”
Larissa frowned. “I know she was going back and forth about whether she wanted a midwife or a doula, but she never mentioned a water birth. We would have gone over that during the consultation, of course. But she should have waited for Train. Many fathers’ doubts need to be addressed.”
“I told her; she wasn’t listening. So, you know Killyama is going to be a nightmare to work with.” Priscilla gave the air another karate chop. “She’s going to be worse than Roxanne.”
“Ouch.” Lana winched. “That bad?”
“Worse.” Priscilla scowled. “She wouldn’t stop asking about the water birth, so I gave in and told her that you have to set up a birthing pool at their home before the delivery due date. Boy, was that a big mistake … she said there was a whirlpool at The Last Riders’ clubhouse and she could use that. I told her you would have to take a look at it and give your opinion. That’s when she was determined for me to check it out, that if it wouldn’t work, there would be no need for you to come out. During all this, she’s texting Train, and I could tell she’s about to blow a fuse.” Priscilla’s shoulders slumped. “I gave in, which was an even bigger mistake.”
“You went to the clubhouse?” Lana prompted.
“Oh, yes … there was no stopping Killyama. We went in through in the back door.” Priscilla’s face went deadpan, and she shook her head. “It was like walking into a porn scene. I actually looked around for the cameras.”