Ace-Savage Saints MC

New Beginings

3 months later.

Ace

We had purchased Club Red. Besides some very minimal updates, not much work had to be done. Hatchet did, however make some employee changes.

Turns out some fu*ks were stealing money straight out of the place. Took Clown one week to figure it out. That's why our businesses thrived. Me and Whiz we're able to get proof together overnight. Kicked their a*ses to the curb with nothing more than a threat. Fu*k with us and you'll disappear.

It was date night. Me and Jaz had at least 1 night a week when we made a nice dinner, and then proceeded to go fu*king ham in the dungeon. Don't get me wrong, we still had nights at Club Red. But we had turned my dungeon into ours. Everything we knew each other loved was included. It was perfect.

I got home and the house was quiet. Too quiet. By now, Jaz usually had ingredients out ready for us to cook together. I shuddered. Something was wrong.

"Jaz?" I shouted. If this was some kind of prank she'd have a he*l of a punishment ahead.

I went room to room, picking up speed. Trying not to panic. I made it to the master bathroom, the light was on. And then I saw her.

My heart dropped.

Jaz was on the cold floor, pale, grey. She was curled into herself.

I launched at her. Feeling for a pulse. It was there, faint, but there. I scooped her up and made a run for my truck. Setting her in, I noticed it. Her panties. Red.

The city blurred past me. I think I violated every street law around. But I didn't care. All that mattered was her.

I rushed into the ER cradling Jaz. Thankfully, I had called Hatchet, who in turn called Diablo, who gave Alex a heads-up. She was waiting in the lobby with a stretcher ready.

I placed her down and started running towards wherever the fu*k they were taking her. I didn't care, they just needed to take care of her. Make her better.

Alex stepped in front of me, grasping my shoulders.

"I can't let you go back, Ace. Let us take care of her. I promise I'll give you updates."

Thank fu*k it was Alex holding me back. Anyone else I probably would have throttled. I just nodded. Turning around, back towards the lobby.

Then I saw them, Whiz, Hatchet and the rest of the guys. Whiz was the first to approach.

"She'll be ok man. She's been through a lot, this won't slow her down." He pulled me into a hug. I wasn't a hugger, but I leaned into him, blinking back the tears.

She has to be OK. Or I won't.

3 hours later I was going crazy. No updates, no signs of any doctors or Alex. What the actual fu*k is going on?

Finally, Alex came out of the back. Her expression schooled. My pulse raced in my ears.

Please. Please be OK.

"She's awake, Ace, come on back the doc will explain everything."

I entered her room. She was awake. Pale but more color than before. Tubes, wires all connecting to my beautiful kitten. I didn't know how fragile she was, so I sat in the chair next to her, holding her hand and kissing it gently. In walked Alex and the doctor.

Jasmine

I woke up to brightness all around me. White walls, white sheets, machines.

What the he*l happened?

Then it hit me. I remembered.

I was preparing for date night. I had just gotten out of the shower, doing my daily facial routine. Suddenly I felt it. The most intense cramps I had ever felt. Sharp, twisting, hot. I stumbled towards the sink, unbearable. I started to sweat, hot and cold. Dizziness hit me and then blank.

"Ace." Suddenly I felt someone squeeze my hand. Alex.

"Wh-whats going on? What happened?"

"I'm going to go get Ace, then the doctor will come in. They're having a hard enough time out there keeping him out." She smiled.

As soon as I saw his face I wanted to cry. Why? I don't know. Just happy to see him, sorry that I worried him. This man has stood by me through more than he should have to. Now this. He's probably tired of me.

But he sat, squeezing my hand and giving it a kiss.

The doctor walked in, and it was impossible to read his face. I hated that.

Well Ms. Artarian, you are lucky. You didn't lose a lot of blood, enough to make you faint, but nothing we could replenish easily. We more than likely saved the pregnancy. We removed the IUD, and you're early enough along it should be fine, but for now you are still considered a high-risk pregnancy, depending on if you choose to keep the pregnancy."

My heart stopped. Jaw dropping.

"Pregnant?!"

Ace

Pregnant? I was just as shocked as Jaz. She had an IUD. How the fu*k did that happen? I know they aren't 100% but da*n. That was a surprise.

And I was elated.

Not that I wanted to knock her up against her will. But if this wasn't a sign i don't know what was. I wish it hadn't put her life in danger though. The thought of losing her and our unborn child made my fu*king gut twist.

After the docs left I looked at Jaz. She looked scared. Shocked. Unsure.

Fu*k. What if she doesn't want to keep it. What if she's not ready? I'd obviously let her make that choice, its her body, but deep down it would destroy me.

I never knew I wanted kids until her. I know the kind of mother she would be. I know she would raise amazing people. And I think I would be a great father too. I think a baby would change my whole view on the world. My insides burned with the need to grab her and beg her to keep it. To let this happen how it was supposed to. How it was destined to. But I'd hold back, see how she felt. Let her absorb it all. And cross my fingers that she felt this way too.

Jasmine

Pregnant. Those final words rocked me. Of course, I wanted children one day, but on my time. Maybe this was a sign though. Pregnancy with an IUD was rare. Jesus. Did Ace have some kind of super sp*rm? I guess so.

I know he wanted me to get the IUD out soon. He was convinced he was ready to start pumping me full of kids. But what if this shock made him realize he didn't want to start quite yet?

But looking into his eyes, I saw it. Love. Gratitude. Hope.

"Ace, what's on your mind? I see your thoughts racing from here."

He squeezed my hand and smiled.

"Whatever you decide kitten, I'll support you. And either fu*king way, you aren't getting rid of me. I want a family with you, but if you aren't ready, I'm OK with that. It's up to you. I'll love you regardless."

I teared up. Pregnancy hormones already? Great. He said I was six weeks along, plenty of time to ab*rt. But just the thought made me nauseous. Don't get me wrong, I was very much pro-choice. But at this time I felt it would be OK. I would be OK. We would be OK. And I made my choice. This baby was stubborn already. Much like me and Ace. Our baby. This new life. I made up my mind at that moment.

"I want to keep it. Even if it's risky. We won't know for a few weeks if it's viable, but this little sh*t beat an IUD. I only think it's right. "

He stiffened. Then relaxed. Then, tears? Da*n.

Ace

She wanted to keep it? It took everything in me to not jump to my feet, beat on my chest and then fu*k her right in the hospital bed. Holy sh*t I was going to be a dad. And with the most amazing person I've ever fu*king met.

I don't ask for a lot of things these days. Mostly because I had her. But after knowing she was fully mine, my selfish side wanted more. A ring on her finger, kids. Looks like we are doing it the other way around, which was fine by me.

And the thought of her fu*king fine a*s wobbling around, stomach swollen, made my di*k uncomfortably hard.

"Doc says you can leave within an hour. I'll take you home and you will rest. Understood kitten? Bed rest for the next week. Doctor's orders." I knew she was going to hate it, but if it meant the safety of her and her baby? There were no questions or arguments.

She sighed. "Fine. But I want Arby's. Like the triple meat roast beef. And jalapeño poppers. And the curly fries. And a large Dr. Pepper."

"That all kitten? That's a mighty order."

"It's cravings or some sh*t." Then she started sobbing. What the he*l?

"Babe, what's wrong?" I stood, wrapping my arms around her.

"I'm gonna get fat. And you'll hate me. I'll be a fat housewife with no career. I can't go back to stripping. I'll be all stretched out and gross."

Jesus. This woman. To be honest, I wanted her to be a stay-at-home mom, at least for a little while. But I know she wouldn't want that forever. Unless I just kept knocking her up. There's an idea.

"No kitten, you won't be. You'll be even more beautiful. I don't fu*king care about any of that. And maybe you can do something from home when the baby is young. What about school? You could take on some online courses. Either way, you are overthinking. I don't need you stressing. Let's get you home and once you rest some more, we can talk about all of this."

"Ok"

An hour and a half later, and a massive Arby's order later, I had my kitten in bed surrounded by greasy food and relaxed. She was wiggling her toes, a small happy dance as she mowed everything down. It made my heart soar. I couldn't wait to cater to her for the next 8 months.

Finally. Happiness. True happiness.