The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 2

Rebel POV.

Seven months. It has been seven months since I told them I was pregnant. I only have two weeks left and my feet are killing me and so is my back.

I have this duck pregnancy waddle down. Even Lubov rolls her eyes when I’m waddling through the house. But she doesn’t leave my side.

For the last month, Dante has been working from home and Dylan and refused to go on any runs in case I go early. Which, with the size of me, is a damn possibility.

I huff and puff as I stand up and waddle to the bathroom. I have lost count of how many times I have been for a pee today. The baby, which is a boy, is head butting my bladder. Like seriously Son my bladder is not a football.

After my nervous announcement, Dylan, and Dante both dropped to their knees and proposed to me. Given the laws, I agreed to marry Dylan. But Dante is still my husband. We were married in the clubhouse and it was a great day. My mom cried when we told them I was pregnant and we were getting married. She and the other ole ladies had the wedding sorted within a month and it was done and dusted.

We all wear wedding rings. Nonno is trying everything in his power to get the law changed so I can officially marry Dante as well and so far it has been refused, so Matteo DeAngelis, the mafia king, is stepping in even if his daughters are the ones in charge.

Hopefully, it will be changed soon. But if not, I will wait until it is.

I stand from the toilet and just get my underwear up when I feel something trickle down my leg. I groan and roll my eyes must have been a bit more pee. I sit back down and wait for the trickle to stop. When I realise it isn’t coming from my bladder.

“DANTE!” I scream and wait as I hear his hurried footsteps as he steps into the bathroom.

“What is it, baby? You stuck again?” I scowl as he chuckles. Yes, I have gotten stuck on the toilet a few times and in the bath, for that matter.

“Laugh it up big guy, you won’t be laughing when I break your hand as I push your son out of my foo foo.” I snap at him and the smile is replaced with concern. Yes, the baby is Dante’s, but Dylan said it doesn’t bother him as far as he is concerned. He is his daddy, too.

“Wait, are you?” He asks as he moves closer to me.

“Yes, my water has just broken. But I don’t have any contractions.” I say to him and he helps me stand and grabs a pad from the cabinet under the sink.

“Hold on baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” He says as he places a towel on the floor and gets me to stand on it as I lean against the sink as he helps take my wet underwear off. He runs to the bedroom and comes back with fresh underwear and fixes the pad to the inside and helps me shimmy them on. I stand up straight and feel more leaking. I shiver at it. Gross.

Dante holds my hand, and we walk. Well, he walks. I waddle out of the downstairs bathroom and into the family room. Everything is baby proofed, and the nursery is set up and waiting for our boy.

“Ok, you call Dylan and I will call the hospital. Dante, don’t panic.” I say to him and he is seconds away from losing it. I chuckle as I reach for my phone off the table when pain rips through my stomach and I gasp, bracing my hand on the table. Lubov comes running to me, whining and licking my arm. Dante drops his phone and is next to me.

“Breathe baby. Just breathe.” He says and I glare at him and he winces. The pain starts to go as quickly as it came.

“I’m good. It was a little one.” I say to him as I grab the phone and dial the hospital and Dante just looks at me, dumbfounded. I click my fingers at him and point to his phone off the floor.

“Hello, can you put me through to the OBGYN department, please? Thank you.” Dante moves to his phone and calls Dylan.

“Hello, my water broke about ten minutes ago and I have just had a contraction.” I say to the midwife on the phone. She takes my name, date of birth, address all the usual questions. As soon as I said Moretti-Jackson, she took a sharp intake of breath.

“Ok, thank you. We will see you soon.” I hang up and look at Dante as he runs to the door that leads to the garage and I can assume he is grabbing both mine and the baby’s bag and putting them in the SUV. The car seat was already secured two weeks ago.

There is no way in hell I can get into the Bugatti or the Pagani. I bite my lip as another contraction hits and I groan out, holding on to my belly as I lean back as Lubov sits next to me. I fist her fur and she whines and I release her, but she nudges me with her nose just as Dante comes back in.

I have been tortured in exercises, shot and stabbed, but this pain is nothing like any of that. Now I know how the victims in the film Alien felt like as the alien burst through their chests. Fuck!