Born Into Destiny: A Forsaken Sinners MC Series Novella
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Authors: Shelly Morgan
Born into
Destiny
A Forsaken Sinners MC Novella
By Shelly Morgan
Born Into Destiny
Copyright © 2016 by Shelly Morgan.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: April 2016
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13:978-1-68058-582-7
ISBN-10:1-68058-582-7
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my children: Marcus, Mikayla, and Owen. You are more than just my children, you are the reason I wake up in the morning, the reason I strive to be a better person, and the light of my life. I love you three more than you could ever know.
19 Weeks Pregnant
Dani
Making my way out to my truck, I stuff my phone in my purse, ignoring the incoming call from Zane.
Today is my doctor’s appointment to not only make sure my ribs are healing from the altercation with Sara’s psychotic ex a few weeks ago, but also to get our first ultrasound of the baby. They did a quick ultrasound when I was in the hospital with the bruised ribs, but at that time, they were only looking to make sure the baby hadn’t been harmed. Thank fuck there was nothing wrong with the baby or else I would have brought that fucker Rick back to life just to kill him again myself.
We weren’t able to really get a good look at the baby then, so I’m excited about today. I can’t wait to see how the baby has grown and to just see him or her. We could find out the sex if we wanted to, but I told Zane I wanted to wait until the baby was born and have it be a surprise. Zane said he couldn’t wait; he needed to know if we were having a boy or girl so he could better prepare. Not sure how he’s going to prepare differently if we have a girl instead of a boy, or vice versa, but what-the-fuck-ever.
However, Zane sent me a text five minutes ago saying he isn’t going to be able to make it to the appointment. He’s caught up with club business or some shit like that. He then informed me that he was going to send Toby or Louie to pick me up and “accompany” me to my appointment. He doesn’t think I can drive myself, like the moment he impregnated me I need someone to help me do the most basic of tasks. He thinks I’m glass and will break. I swear, one of these days I’m going to knock that fucker upside his head for the shit he says. I know he means well, at least most of the time he does, but I’m stronger than he thinks. He needs a sensor most days. That mouth of his gets him in so much trouble, and not just with me, but with some of the brothers too.
As I close the door, I hear my phone ring again. When I look at the screen, I see that it’s Louie. I better answer before he brings the whole damn club down on my ass. “Whatever Zane told you, just forget it. I’m already on my way and I don’t need a babysitter or someone to wipe my junk after pissing in a cup for the good ol’ doctor.”
I can hear Louie choking on something on the other end. “Fuck, Dani! Did you really have to put that image in my head? Shit!”
Not really in the mood for small talk, I wait him out. “Okay, I won’t go with you, but when Blaze finds out you know he’s gonna be pissed.”
That makes me laugh. “He won’t be the only one pissed. Why don’t you let me deal with Zane? He ain’t nothing I can’t handle.” Hanging up the phone, I turn it off and make the ten minute drive to the clinic.
***
I’ve barely taken a seat in the waiting room when I hear the nurse call my name. Once in the room, she takes all my vitals and has me pee in the cup. I hate that fucking part; makes me feel all gross and shit. It’s disgusting to think that someone is in a lab somewhere, or even sitting at one of those desks in the hall that I passed on my way back here, looking at my piss or whatever it is they do. Fucking gross.
Once I’m done with that, she has me change into one of those paper gowns. You know, the ones that tie in the front and barely cover anything? They are fucking pointless if you ask me. Might as well have me sitting here buck ass naked. I’d probably be more comfortable that way too.
Not even a minute after I get resituated on the exam table, Dr. Carmichael, my OBGYN, knocks on the door. I’m glad she doesn’t keep me waiting long. I’ve heard that some people have had to sit here in these paper gowns for up to a half an hour.
Fuck that shit.
I’d just fucking leave—or maybe open the door and tell someone they better get their ass in here before I start throwing shit. Yeah, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea, but what do they expect? My temper wasn’t very good
before
I got pregnant. What can I say, I get irritated and pissed easily. Now, though? Yeah, if you even sneeze weird or look at me wrong, I’m gonna be on your ass. I’m not proud of this, but it is what it is.
“Hello, Danielle. How are you feeling today?” Dr. Carmichael asks as she closes the door.
“Dani, please. Call me Dani. And I’m doing okay, though I think others would tell you differently.” I laugh because I can just hear it now—Zane would probably ask to speak to the good doctor privately to see if there was something she could do about my mood swings. Tough luck, fucker.
She walks over to a chair by the desk and flips through my file. “The urine sample you left came back fine, and your vitals are looking good. Let’s measure your stomach quick, we’ll take a look at your ribs to make sure they are healing okay, then the ultrasound tech will come in.” I nod my head and lie back gently on the exam table, being careful of my bruised ribs. They’re a lot better than even a few days ago, but are still sore when I move a certain way.
She pulls the gown up but leaves the sheet I have over my legs, covering my goodies down below.
Dr. Carmichael takes out a small tape measure and places it on my stomach. I’ve just recently started noticing the difference in my growing tummy. “You’re measuring at about twenty centimeters, which is good.” Putting the tape measure away, she then starts poking around on my ribs. I try to hold back my wince, but she sees it.
“Still a little tender?” she asks. I nod and try to hide my eye roll, but come on; of course they’re still fucking tender! That shit takes weeks to fucking heal, and even then, I’ve heard people still feel pain every now and then.
When she’s done with her assessment, she helps me sit up and to pull the gown down. “Why don’t you get dressed so you’re more comfortable? I’ll be back in a couple of minutes with the tech, then we can take a look at your little one.” I smile and nod, thankful I can put my clothes back on.
It takes me a little longer than usual to get dressed again since my ribs are screaming at me. Just as I’m pulling down my shirt, there’s a knock on the door before Dr. Carmichael and a younger guy rolling a machine behind him come walking into the room.
“Dani, this is Justin. He’ll be the one doing the ultrasound today,” Dr. Carmichael says.
Justin holds out his hand for me to shake which I take before he sits down in front of the ultrasound machine.
“Why don’t you lay down and make yourself as comfortable as possible?” Justin says as he motions me back over to the table I was on just minutes before.
Dr. Carmichael again helps me lie down, then pushes up my shirt enough for Justin to have access to my stomach for the ultrasound.
“Can we pull these down just a bit? I’ll tuck a towel in there too so your pants don’t get goo on them.” I don’t answer, I just roll my pants down farther so he has access to what he needs.
He squirts cold jelly on my stomach, which makes me jump a bit, then he starts moving that wand thingy around on my stomach. I look to the screen, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing, but really, I have no idea. It all looks like a bunch of nothing to me.
A few seconds pass, then I hear this loud whooshing sound. It never fails to amaze me every time I get to hear my baby’s heartbeat.
“The heartbeat sounds good and strong.” He doesn’t look at me when he speaks; he’s too busy looking at the screen and typing away on the keyboard.
As he moves the wand around, he points out parts of the baby that I can barely make out.
Finally, Justin looks at me. “Would you like to know what you’re having?”
Without moving my gaze from the screen, I answer, “No. I want it to be a surprise.”
He doesn’t question me and neither does Dr. Carmichael. I’m sure she’s wondering what Zane is going to say because he has been very vocal during our past appointments about wanting to know the sex, but if he wanted to know, he should have worked harder to make it to the appointment.
They finally get everything they need and hand me a towel to clean the goo off my stomach. When I sit up, Justin hands me some pictures he must have printed out without me even realizing. “Baby’s first picture,” he says with a smile in his voice, but I don’t look to confirm. I’m too consumed looking at the pictures of my baby.
I barely remember the walk out of the room or to my car. I don’t even think I stopped to schedule my next appointment. I can’t get enough of looking at my little guy. Yes, I said little guy. Don’t ask me how, but I just know that I’m having a boy. I’m going to have a son, I can feel it. Maybe it’s in my DNA or maybe destiny is throwing me a bone, I don’t know. What I
do
know is that when I found out I was pregnant, I pictured this little boy with my dark hair and Zane’s eyes.