Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

doesn’t mean you have to change your entire life. You love being a Nomad and not being rooted in one place all the time. You’d grow bored. Our child and I would be the ones to suffer when you left us to get that feeling of being on the open road and freedom again,” I try again to make him see my point.

“No, I won’t.”

“You don’t know that,” I state, turning away from him.

“You don’t either. I’ve been wantin’ to settle down for a while. You travel with your job to other clubs, so I haven’t pressed the issue. Now, that’s changed, and we can talk about settlin’ down in one spot,” he tells me, taking his seat as the door to my room opens.

A nurse walks in with a smile on her face. Her eyes never once stray toward Dozer as she asks me questions and checks my vitals. Eventually a doctor comes in to go over everything with me.

“Summer, it’s good to see you awake. You’ve been here for over a week now. The swelling has gone down some, but it will still take time to go away completely. You have a broken arm and leg. We had to do surgery to repair them. Everything else is bruising and cuts on your body. We were worried about the head trauma. Do you remember what happened to you?” he asks me.

“Yes, I do,” I answer, keeping my attention on him and not Dozer. “Can you tell me about the baby, please?”

“You’re almost two months pregnant. Did you know?”

“No, I didn’t. Is the baby okay?” I ask him again.

“There are no signs of a miscarriage at this point in time. I’d like to keep you on bed rest because of the chance of a miscarriage. The longer we can do that, the higher the chance you won’t lose the baby. If you’d like, we can get an ultrasound machine in here to see what’s going on,” the doctor tells me.

“I’d like that, please,” I respond, my throat still bothering me a little bit.

The doctor nods his head, makes some notes on my chart, and then leaves the room. Dozer is still by my side and I’m refusing to look at him. I don’t know what to do or think right now. Other than I won’t be the one to keep him locked in one place for the rest of his life. It’s not him and that’s the man I fell in love with so long ago.

My hospital room has been filled with silence. Dozer is giving me time to do whatever I have to while the TV remains on quietly in the background. I’m not sure what’s on as I keep my gaze locked on the ceiling above my bed. This way I don’t have to look at Dozer or try to talk to him. He’s not exactly making any attempt to talk to me either. Right now, we’re simply waiting here for the ultrasound machine to be brought in so we can see our baby.

When the nurse brings in a tray of clear liquids, the door opens again to reveal a machine being wheeled in. My food is set to the side as the technician brings the machine to my bedside. She explains what’s going to happen as she pulls the blankets down and pushes my gown up. A wand looking thing is pulled from the cart and a condom placed over top of it. Gel or something is put on the condom-covered wand.

“The fuck you gonna do with that?” Dozer questions the technician.

“Because we believe she’s only eight weeks pregnant, we use an internal ultrasound,” she explains calmly to Dozer.

He nods his head as he stands up to look over my body at the screen where our baby will soon be pictured. I want to reach out to him, but now is not the time. Not when my head is so confused, and I don’t know what’s going on in my mind. Dozer can say one thing all he wants. At the end of the day, he’s spent his life as a Nomad. He’s never had the need or want to settle down for longer than it takes to complete a job. Then it’s off to the next clubhouse and the next job needing the help of the Nomads.

A steady heartbeat fills the air around us. Tears fill my eyes. Hearing the heartbeat fills me with excitement and hope blossoms; spreading through my body that our baby is strong enough to survive what happened. Turning my attention toward Dozer, I see the glossy look to his own eyes as we listen to it. He pulls his phone out and presses a few buttons. However, there’s something I also hear in the background that I’m not sure of what it is. It’s faint and barely noticeable since the technician doesn’t say a word about it. Maybe I’m being paranoid or just overthinking things.

Suddenly the sound of the heartbeat disappears. Replaced is a grainy image on the small screen. It doesn’t look like much right now, but I can make out a head. However, there’s not one baby, I see two. Maybe my eyes are more damaged then we first thought. My eyesight has to be playing tricks on me right now. Twins don’t run in my family and I’m not sure they do in Dozer’s either. He’s never mentioned them before now.

“There’s two in there,” Dozer suddenly says, his voice hoarse and filled with shock.

“Yes, there is,” the technician responds. “Summer, you’re measuring at ten weeks. And things look very good considering why you’re here. I will pass this on to the doctors so they can make future arrangements as to how they want you to proceed for now.”

“T-T-Thank you,” I stutter out.

She presses some buttons before handing us the pictures. I’ve always dreamed of holding these small pieces of paper in my hands and never dreamed I’d actually be doing it with Dozer being my man.