Page 128 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
“I can’t calm down when you look like you’re going to faint,” Ian gave me his ‘be serious’ look, the one he would give me when I was playing around too much. I felt guilty and a little embarrassed as I realized I would have to tell him the truth to make him stop worrying. I’m not sure how he’ll feel about the news, but I hope he doesn’t stop being my friend over it.
“I threw up because I'm pregnant, and I'm apparently one of the unlucky few who gets terrible morning sickness," I admitted. "I'm pale because I thought of having to tell Davis."
"Fuck, I'm dead," Lucas murmured under his breath, looking as pale as me now. Ian was silent as he stared at me for a long while. He then wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight, pressing me against him. It was like he was trying to infuse himself inside of me with how tightly he held me. I could feel the love pouring out of him, and it made my chest tighten.
"Congratulations, Red. You're going to make a fantastic mother." He pulled back as he spoke, staring deep into my eyes. "I'll let mom know you're fine." He ran off, but not before I saw a tear slide down his cheek.Why is he crying?It tore my heart in two and kept my mind on him even as I looked back at Lucas.
"How long do you think I should hide, after we tell Davis?" Lucas asked, holding his chin in a playful way. He made me smile and suppress a laugh.
"Years, my Knight, years."
The familiar cold air and scent of iron filled my lungs as we entered the tattoo shop. Joe was in his usual spot, hovering over some woman who was getting the cliche tramp stamp on her lower back. You'd think it would be outdated by now, yet here she was getting a butterfly.
"Joe, your pet is here," Vicky yelled back from the counter, irritating me greatly with her choice of words.
"Watch it, Vicky. My pet, as you call her, bites when provoked," Joe warned with amusement. I smirked, feeling smug he would warn people about me. "Be with you in a minute, kiddo."
Lucas and I took a seat in the chairs by the door. The leather coated cushion sank with a whiff of air as I parked my bottom on it. I watched Joe finish the butterfly on the woman's back with his tongue curled out as he focused. His tattooed muscles contracted as he finished the fine details. When he was done, he bandaged her, and left her to check herself out. He made his way towards me with his usual serious expression.
"What can I do for you, Cherry Bomb?"
"Wanna have lunch? Got a few things to talk with you about."
"I'm guessing this is the new boyfriend?" He pointed to Lucas with a raised brow.
"Yeah, it is." I smirked with a blush.
"Then let's go." Joe was like a hungry wolf and Lucas was the little bunny he was ready to chase and eat. I felt a bit bad for him, but maybe we can think of this as the test run for telling Davis. We headed out and went right next door to Jumping Jay's. The waitress came around and took our order quickly. There was a lunch rush, but they were efficient in getting our food to us quickly.Maybe I won't throw up this time.
"Start talking," Joe said with his elbow on the table and his eyes on his food. He stabbed his food with his fork rather aggressively before looking at Lucas.
"Um, I'm Lucas?" He said, unsure of what he meant to say. I chuckled lightly. I didn't mean to, but it was slightly funny to me how many people are intimidated by Joe when he's secretly a little teddy bear.
"Tell him whatever comes to mind, it doesn't even have to be about you. He'll get a feel for who you are." I explained. Lucas nodded, but I could tell he still wasn't comfortable.
"Do you ever wonder how your parents felt when they found out they were pregnant with you? Like, do you think they were elated? Or do you think maybe they were sitting at a table staring at the positive test like it was the worst news of their life? I think my parents were happy, but it doesn't mean they were good parents." Lucas started as he rolled his brussels sprouts around the plate with his fork. "Being a parent is more than accepting the news and being happy about it. It's making sure you're there for your kid, and they feel loved. It's making sure you're setting a good example for them to follow. Making sure they know they can come to you with their problems, and you'll be there to help. Kids need their parents, and sometimes some kids aren't lucky enough to get parents who will pay them any mind. I want to make sure I'm a father who's good to their kids. I don't have the best role model, but I won't let that stop me."
I felt my eyes start to mist over at his words. An image of him holding our child with a bright smile flooded my mind. I never thought of how he would feel about becoming a parent, about how his trauma would affect him. He has a lot to overcome. We both do, but we'll do it together. We'll do it for our child, become better versions of our parents. I took his hand, feeling overly emotional. I squeezed it, meeting his eyes to see the sadness in him. He wants to do good, tobegood.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Joe asked me with a knowing look.
"Yeah," I sighed, readying myself for a lecture.
"I better be the one you take him to for his first tattoo. Or her." He shrugged, like the news was nothing bad.
"Sure thing, Joe. Don't fuck up my kid."
"When have I ever done you wrong?" He arched a brow, taking offense.
"Never." I smirked.
Joe and Lucas talked more. Joe asked him about his tattoos and their meaning, which were things neither of us had asked each other. He had two for Ivy and two for John. The ones he had done for Ivy were a leaf from an Ivy with a water droplet in the center. The other one was done for Ivy and John. Running along his arm were black roses tied together with a halo over them and wings around it. His other tattoo for John was a best friend’s one they got together as teens. His was a crescent moon with John's name on it, and John's had been the sun with Lucas' name. They added on to it when they got older. Lucas added stars and wrote Leo's name in one. John added clouds and had Leo's name in one as well. I liked knowing these things about him.
God, we still know so little about each other.
Chapter 45
Olive's P.O.V.
