Free Cotton: Satan's Fury MC by L Wilder Page B

ball as I tried to hold it together, but it was no use. Once the first tear fell, I was lost. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I reached for his pillow and was immediately hit with his scent. Damn. How could I already miss him? He’d only been gone for a couple of hours, and I was already a complete mess. I had to stop. Trying to pull it together, I sat up in the bed and wiped the tears from my face. I was too strong to just let myself fall apart. I got up and headed down the hall. As soon as I was in my room, I turned on one of Norah Jones’ soundtracks and blared it while I took a long, hot shower. Even with the distraction of my favorite song, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, like something bad was going to happen. It was eating at me, and I had to do something to distract myself from my thoughts. Henley was the best distraction I knew, so I set out to find her.
    Since we were no longer under lockdown, most of the families had left, but since Maverick was with Cotton, I knew she’d still be at the club. It was still pretty early, so I decided to try their room first. When I tapped on the door, she yelled, “Give me a minute.”
    Several minutes passed, but she never came to the door, so I cracked it open and peaked inside. The room was empty, but I heard a commotion in the bathroom. Just as I stepped in the room, she came walking out of the bathroom with a wet rag in her hand, looking like something the cat had dragged in. “What’s wrong with you?”
    “Stomach bug or something,” she groaned. “I must’ve caught something from one of the kids.”
    “I thought you were feeling better.”
    She brushed her hair out of her eyes and said, “I was. I mean… I’ve been a little tired, but then it hit me again this morning.” She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking like she might get sick again, and said, “This sucks.”
    “How about some saltines and ginger ale?” I offered.
    “I’m fine. Can you just sit here with me for a minute?”
    I sat down next to her and placed the palm of my hand on her forehead, checking to see if she had a fever. “I don’t think you have a temp.”
    “I’m okay. Just a little tired,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. She paused for a minute, then cocked her head to the side as she brought her hands up to her boobs and lightly squeezed them.
    I got tickled watching her and asked, “Feeling yourself up, Sis?”
    “My boobs don’t feel right. They don’t exactly hurt, but they ache or something,” she whined.
    “Maybe you’re about to start your period,” I suggested.
    Pure terror washed over her face as she asked, “Oh shit. What’s today’s date?”
    “The eighteenth.”
    “Shit. Shit. Shit!” she shouted as she stood up from the bed and reached for her phone, quickly searching her calendar. “Shit! I was supposed to start on the ninth, and with all this lockdown stuff, I didn’t even think about it. Cass, I’m almost two weeks late!”
    “Tired, sick to your stomach, and the boob thing… Ah, hell, Henley! We’ve gotta go get a pregnancy test! Now!” I screeched. I took her hand and led her out into the hall, pulling her toward my room, so I could grab my purse and keys.
    “Maybe it’s just stress,” Henley blurted out. “Or the flu… maybe I have the dates wrong. Maybe I had my period and didn’t notice it.”
    “Yeah, like that’s possible. There’s only one way to find out what’s going on,” I told her as I headed for the car. Neither of us spoke on the way to the drugstore. We were both lost in our own world of thoughts, and I was too stunned to speak. I was having a hard time believing my little sister could actually be pregnant. When we got inside the store, Henley followed me over to the aisle with all the pregnancy tests. I grabbed several different brands and headed over to the checkout lane.
    “Why are you buying so many? Don’t we just need one?” Henley asked.
    “I don’t know. I’ve never