“Can I see those?” Peanut asked
“Sure,” Phoebe said handing them over. He was grinning down at them like any proud father would and it sent a pang of longing through her. Why couldn’t Johnny have been more like Peanut? Why did she have to pick out the biggest asshole in the world to marry? She didn’t know but she was damned glad she’d left him. Peanut was still smiling at the photos when Dr. Gilbert came into the room.
“Okay, Phoebe. Everything looks good and you were correct on your estimations. You’re about sixteen and a half weeks along. Nothing looked concerning. I’ve got a few prescriptions written for you at the front desk. I want to see you back in four weeks unless there are any issues with the blood tests. If they are all normal we will discuss the results with you at your next visit. If you have any abnormal vomiting, dizziness, swelling, or pain call and we will advise you on what to do. Otherwise you are free to do anything you normally do, and I will see you in four weeks,” Dr. Gilbert said, shaking both of their hands before she left the room.
Peanut helped her up when she struggled a bit and they headed out of the little room to the front desk. It didn’t take them long to get the bill settled and the prescriptions. Phoebe found herself staring at the little photos of her baby with a feeling of joy so complete that she didn’t even pay attention when Peanut handed another four hundred dollars to the check-out girl after she paid the eighty dollars they told her she owed.
Chapter Fourteen
After a stop at the grocery store, Phoebe walked into the house followed by Jasmine three days after the appointment with the doctor to find Viking in the kitchen with five other large bikers. She was a little surprised to see them all standing or sitting around the small kitchen table. It wasn’t unusual for them to stop by but typically Peanut was with them. Today however Peanut wasn’t anywhere she could see him. It was odd that the large men were in here rather than in the living room where there was more space. That was when her eyes landed on the single slice of cake sitting in the middle of the table. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the previously untouched cake. She slammed her bags down on the counter and glared at the men filling the kitchen.
“Oh, shit,” a sandy haired one said, looking at her guiltily with the fork halfway to his mouth. Viking glanced at her then down at the empty plate in front of him before shrugging.
What an asshole.
He didn’t even feel guilty for eating a cake she’d made for after dinner tonight. She put her hands on her hips, about to ask them who the hell they thought they were eating something they had to know wasn’t meant for them when one of them spoke.
“Sorry,” the man with a scar along one cheek said. “Diablo got hungry while waiting on Peanut and he found the cake. He cut a small slice, but his moans of pleasure led to this I’m sad to say,” he indicated the almost empty cake plate.
“Uncle Rage, that was the after-dinner cake! You have to eat dinner first, Phoebe said so,” Jasmine said as she pranced over to the sandy haired man, climbing into his lap. It took her all of three seconds to take his fork, eating the last few bites of his cake. Phoebe didn’t scold the girl because there had only been two bites left. She crossed her arms and glared at each man.
“Sorry, Jazzy. I didn’t know it was the after-dinner cake,” the scarred man who’d apologized said with a grin.
“Well it was, but now there isn’t any cake left. Guess you are going to have to be extra nice to Phoebe so she won’t punish you. That’s my advice,” Jasmine said importantly, nodding knowledgeably.
“That’s your advice, huh, kid? Well then it must be great advice. Should we tell Phoebe how great her lemon cake was too? Maybe she’ll forgive us for being animals and eating the after-dinner cake before dinner then?” Rage asked ruffling Jasmine’s hair.
“Maybe, but Phoebe is a tough cookie. Dad says she don’t put up with no shit,” Jasmine said.
“Jasmine, do not say shit,” Phoebe scolded, rolling her eyes.
“Oops, that’s right, it’s not a nice word and we don’t say words that aren’t nice.” Jasmine parroted back the speech she’d given her a few days ago when she’d said damn it after spilling juice on the floor. She could see that Jasmine’s father and uncles were a bad influence in that department.
Viking looked from her to Jasmine and back with a puzzled frown on his face, likely because she’d started teaching the child some boundaries that she’d sorely needed. Her father was really good with her, but she walked all over him in some ways.
“Can I go play Xbox with Cody now?” Jasmine asked her politely.
“For an hour like we talked about, then you have to get off and do your homework before dinner,” Phoebe said, turning to the bags to start unloading the ice cream and other items she’d purchased.
“Okay,” Jasmine said. She hopped down from the sandy haired man’s lap after placing a big kiss on his cheek. He accepted it with a tight hug before letting her escape. Jasmine then moved around the room kissing each uncle’s cheek and collecting a hug before heading to her room to play her game system. Phoebe wasn’t surprised anymore to see the large men acting like doting uncles. She’d seen the way they treated Jasmine and the other kids like little princes and princesses more than once in the past few months.
“We really didn’t mean to eat
