The Thunder Wolves MC - Lexie (Book #9)

5

Lexie

After leaving my name and number with Jax, I headed to work. I had to believe I at least tried to locate Iron. I will continue to try again if I don’t hear anything from him. But at the end of the day, I am sure I will be doing this on my own. And strangely, I was at peace with that. Over the last couple of weeks, I have gone over and over my choice to have this baby, and even though I am scared shitless, I am excited at the same time. I am only six weeks along, but I can’t help but wonder who my baby will be. Am I having a girl or a boy? What will they look like? I couldn’t wait to find out. And best of all, even though I was sure I would end up being a single mother, I knew I wasn’t entirely on my own. Anne would be there to help me as much as she could, and my mom was ready to help me in any way she could. Even though telling her what happened scared the crap out of me, and I was sure she would be disappointed in me, she had my back. She was ready to support my decision to have my baby even if I couldn’t locate the father and he didn’t want anything to do with his child.

Getting to work, I let my mind move away from everything. I focused on my clients and making sure they all left happy. Today was filled with some of my regulars who needed trims, washing, conditioning, and then styling for whatever they had planned for their Friday night. By the time I was done, it was around three, and I was ready to go home. Walking out front, I checked to see if any walk-ins were waiting and when there weren’t any, I took that as my sign to make this an early day. It was Friday, and I had no plans but to go home and relax. Maybe looking online at baby things and marking the things I liked. As I climbed into my car, I looked at my phone for the first time all day and was surprised to see a message from a number I didn’t recognize.

“I hear you are looking for me - Iron.”

My heart about fell through my stomach. Not only had Jax actually passed on my information to Iron like he said he would. But Iron, if this was actually him, was contacting me back. I don’t know how long I sat and stared at my phone. My mind raced on what I would respond with. Do I tell him over text? Do I call him and talk to him over the phone? I don’t know if he would be willing to meet for me to tell him face to face. What was the right thing to do here? I never thought this far ahead. I never thought he would actually contact me back. After a long time of staring at my phone, I tried typing out several different texts in response to his. I may have written and erased a hundred different ones before deciding on one.

“I am. I need to talk to you and maybe not over text.”

“I am surprised you would ever want to talk to me again. I mean, unless you are hunting me down to tell me you’re pregnant.”

His response was fast, and I froze at him, guessing why I would want to talk to him. He was right. I didn’t plan on ever talking to him again. Hell, I hadn’t even planned on seeing him again after our one-night stand that ended with him leaving after I fell asleep. I sat for a long time debating on if I confirm what I could only guess was a joke of a comment. That is actually true. I really didn’t want to tell him over text our one-night stand ended with me being pregnant. Hell, I still wasn’t even sure if I was talking to who I thought I was. For all I knew, it was one of the other guys fishing for information for him.

“Lexie?...”

When I still didn’t respond after another minute or two, my phone started ringing with an incoming video call. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly as I excepted the call. His face came into view, and I instantly recognized him. Our night together was still a blur of memory, but seeing his face again made some memories clearer. He was damn hot. Definitely didn’t look like any guy I had ever been with before. For starters, he was paler than I usually went for. His sandy-colored hair with just a hint of red was cut short to his head yet was long enough that it hung down onto his forehead by a half inch, while the sides and back were cut close to his head. His dark blue eyes stared at me with the same fear I knew I had when I first found out. Hell, the same fear I still have even though I am excited at the same time.

“Look, I don’t want you to think I expect anything from you. I only wanted to let you know. Just because I plan on keeping the baby doesn’t mean I expect you to take responsibility. Nor do I expect you to believe me when I say it is yours in the first place. My only reason for tracking you down was to let you know, in case you cared, that you had a kid out in the world. I am fully prepared and capable of taking care of this baby on my own.”

Closing my mouth, I stopped talking for a moment as I watched his face disappear from the camera view. From the looks of it, he had set his phone down, and I was now looking at a tiled ceiling. It sounded like he was saying f**k over and over quietly, as he had what sounded like a similar reaction as I had when I took the tests. After a minute or so, the phone moved, and his face came back into view.

“You’re sure…Of course, you’re sure. Why the hell would you track down some asshole that slept with you and then left you in the middle of the f*****g night.”

“I am positive.”

I watched as he ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath before nodding his head. “f**k, my mom is going to kick my ass, skin me alive, and bury me.”

Raising an eyebrow, I couldn’t help but laugh slightly. I don’t think he meant for me to hear his comment, but I did.

“For getting a girl pregnant?”

Scoffing, he shook his head. “No, for being that asshole that ducked out in the middle of the night. For getting a girl pregnant, she is going to side with you and spoil the baby relentlessly.”