The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 72

Savage POV.

“It’s a …” I look behind me and see the pink smoke and I look at Angel and she has tears in her eyes.

“IT’S A GIRL! I knew it!” Rebel screams and I smile, looking down at her smiling. I shut the bike off and climb off. The whole yard is in cheers and applause. I help Rebel off and we high five. No sooner did I place her on her feet she runs to her mom. I’m not far behind her.

When I get the short distance to her. I lift her in my arms and kiss her long and deep. This woman continues to make me the happiest man on the planet. Breaking the kiss before it gets too heated. I press my forehead against hers and we both catch our breaths.

“I fucking love you, Angel Moretti. Thank you for giving me another little princess.” I say to her as her arms move around the back of my neck as I just hold her as best as I can with the baby bump pressed against me.

“No, thank you. I love you too, Ryder, so fucking much.” We stay like this for a while before I place her back on her feet. Everyone comes over and congratulates us. I look at our parents and give them a slight nod. Teagan and my mom smile at me. They know what is to happen later on.

A few hours later and everyone starts to leave. Rebel is full of sugar as she chases after Dylan and some of the other kids. I chuckle at her; I look at my woman and she stifles a yawn. The excitement of the day has wiped her out.

“Come on princess, let’s get you home for a nap.” I say to her and she doesn’t argue. She just sleepily nods her head.

We say goodbye to everyone, but Rebel is staying here to help her grandparents with the cleanup. I carry a now sleeping Angel to the SUV and place her in and strap her in. Driving home, I feel the nerves take hold with what is about to happen later on. What if she says fuck no? What if she runs away? No, she wouldn’t I’m being stupid.

After I have carried Angel up to our bedroom and settled her on the bed. I leave the room and head downstairs and pull my phone from my pocket and see messages from my mom saying everything is going to plan.

I need to think of an excuse to get Angel to her parent’s mansion. But what? I don’t need to worry about driving us there because the helicopter will be waiting for us at the airstrip.

I can’t put her through that three-hour drive. It would hurt her too much. But what can I say so she wants to go? Lately she has become a homebody, well the fact she can’t walk far has caused it. Even so, I need to get her to the Moretti mansion for the other surprise of the day.

My phone rings, and it’s Antonio. I answer the call.

“Hey, is everything on schedule?” I ask him and he chuckles down the line.

“Of course, everything is perfect. All you have to do as you know is get her here. How is she?” he asks and I look behind me to make sure she didn’t wake up and sneak out of the room.

“Sleeping. The excitement has taken its toll on her. But we will get there soon.” I say to him and he chuckles.

“You do know she will have our balls for this,” he says and I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“Yeah, she will. But I know she will be grateful for this. She doesn’t need to lift a finger. I know what she wanted, and she is getting it. After all, nothing is too much trouble when it comes to my Angel.” I say to him and he chuckles.

“Good answer, ok don’t stress about anything, just get her here. The helicopter is on its way back now. So text me the moment you leave the house and I will inform them to be ready as a matter of urgency.” We finish up the details and hang up. All I have to do now is come up with something to get her to go to her parents. The OBGYN is in on this plan and agreed it was safe for her to travel by helicopter, so the plan was a go.

All this cloak and dagger stuff is giving me a damn headache. But this is for my Angel, my goddess. She deserves the best and I am giving it to her. I finish the last minute prep, making sure everything and everyone is already there. It has been two hours and Angel hasn’t woken once. So I suppose I need to go and wake her up.

I enter the bedroom, and she is snoring like a truck. I chuckle as I move closer to her. She has drool on her cheek, her braid has come loose, one arm over her bump, the other over her head. Angel can sleep like the dead. I sit next to her on the bed. I gently move her arm from her bump and watch as our little girl rolls and moves just under the dress.

“Ok, little one. I need your help. Give mommy a huge kick to wake her up. Can you do that for daddy?” I ask when she kicks in response and I chuckle low as I watch her foot press and push and Angel groans in her sleep.

Then a flurry of kicks and punches follow and Angel hisses.

“Jesus Christ. Ok, ok I’m up,” she mumbles and yawns as she rubs her belly and I wink as if the baby can see me. Dirty trick, I know, but I need to get her to her parents.

“How long was I asleep?” her voice is groggy and raw.

“Two hours. You need the bathroom?” I ask as I place one arm under her knees and the other behind her neck and lift her. She wraps her arms around my neck as her head nuzzles into my throat. She places a kiss there and I shiver. This woman.

“Angel, use the toilet and I’ll help you get cleaned up and changed.” I say to her as I help her with her dress. She sits on the toilet yawning as I turn my back to her. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. We are comfortable being in the bathroom while the other is having a pee. Once she is done, I help her up again. She washes her hands and face as I flush the toilet.

I walk her back to the bedroom. I sit her on the end of the bed and head to the walk-in to grab her comfy clothes as she calls them. AKA my sweats and hoodie. I help her put them on when my phone chimes with a text message.