All Chapters of Talon - A Warriors MC Romance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The next morning, Laura had her 26-week pregnancy appointment. Jake drove us to the clinic in his pickup, his hands tight on the wheel. Every passing shadow, every car that lingered too long behind us, was a reminder of what was still out there. Volkov. The threat that hadn’t gone away, just gone quiet. Laura sat between us in the middle of the cab, her hand resting on her belly, her fingers absently tracing circles over the fabric of her shirt. I watched her, my heart swelling with a mix of fear and awe. She was so strong, so unshakable, even now, with everything hanging over us. She caught me looking and smiled softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “She’s active today,” she said quietly, reaching for my hand and pulling it onto her stomach. “Feel that?” My throat tightened as I felt Scarlett kick against my palm. “She&rsquo

I felt Talon’s eyes on me as I poured salts into the bathtub and turned on the water, testing the temperature until it was just right. Steam began to rise, curling into the air like a ghost. I glanced over my shoulder at him, catching the way his eyes lingered on my ass, dark and full of something I couldn’t quite name. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” I teased, one eyebrow arching as I turned to face him fully. My dress clung to my curves, the fabric damp from the steam, and I could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his hand gripped the cane a little harder. “Maybe,” he said, his voice low and rough. I felt my cheeks flush, but I didn’t back down. Instead, I reached for the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my head and letting it fall to the floor. His breath hitched and his eyes darkened, his chest rising and f

Talon The morning of Laura’s birthday dawned crisp and clear. I woke up early, careful not to disturb her as she slept beside me, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow and one hand resting protectively on her belly. For a minute, I just watched her. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips hung open as she breathed. She looked so peaceful, so untouchable, and it made my chest ache something fierce. I slipped out of bed quietly, staring at my cane where it leaned against the nightstand. My leg protested as I put my full weight on it, but it was manageable. Just a fraction of what it had been. I gritted my teeth and pushed through, quietly closing the bedroom door and heading for the kitchen. I flipped the coffee maker on and then started on breakfast — pancakes with fresh blueberries, her favorite. The smell would probably pull her out of

The next morning, we had our 30-week ultrasound appointment, and it was delightfully uneventful. When we got back to the clubhouse, the parking lot was packed full of bikes, gleaming in the sunlight. Thanks to Talon’s beans-spilling, I knew what I was about to walk into, but I still felt awkward about it. I glanced at Talon as he cut the engine. His jaw was set, his eyes scanning the lot with that familiar guarded intensity. But when his gaze flicked to me, it softened just enough to ease the knot in my chest. “Ready?” he asked, his voice a little rough. I nodded, though my stomach was fluttering like a trapped bird. “As I’ll ever be,” I said, forcing a smile. He leaned over, his hand brushing my cheek as he kissed me — short and sweet, but enough to steady me. “You’ll be fine,” he mu

Laura Trina practically bounced up from the couch, her excitement infectious despite the lingering unease in my chest. She grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet with surprising gentleness. “Come on, the Picasso awaits,” she teased, leading me through the baby shower crowd and toward the stairs. “It’s nothing crazy,” I murmured as we climbed. “Just something he made for me.” “Uh-huh,” Trina said, dragging out the word as she led me toward the apartment. “Just something he made for you. Sure. Because Talon Nash, the guy who hasn’t picked up a paintbrush in years, suddenly decides to whip up a masterpiece for your birthday. Totally casual.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at my lips. She had a point — Talon wasn’t exactly the sentim