That try was the reason I was at the clubhouse long before I needed to be. If I had to stick around my house all day… Yeah, no way was I holding out.

“Good,” Swedes said with a firm nod. “Way to make a woman happy is with good food. And snacks. Don’t overlook the importance of a good snack.”

She did love that popcorn…

I didn’t wanna get her snacks from the convenience store. Mac was capable of buying premade shit. Making it herself was a different story, and she’d stress herself out trying.

“You got any snack recipes?” I asked.

Swedes didn’t even have to think. “Hummus.”

“Can’t I buy that at the store?”

He looked at me like I’d asked the stupidest damn question in the world. “She like spice?”

“Yeah.”

“C’mon, I’ll make a batch of my black olive and jalapeño hummus for her. You can take the credit.”

The front door opened and closed before Ophelia stuck her head in to wave at us on her way to her room.

Before Mayhem meetings, we always sat down for dinner with just the brothers and any prospects. Our version of a family dinner.

She was the only woman to ever sit in at the dinner, but it’d been a one-time thing. Unlike some of the bunnies who wanted an upgrade to old lady, she’d never tried to wrench in again.

Downing the rest of my beer, I stood and raised my finger to Swedes—but not the one I usually gave him. “Gimme a minute.”

I followed O down the hall, catching her right before she went into Judge’s and her room.

She smiled at me, but her expression was unmasked curiosity even before she asked, “What’s up?”

Looking over my shoulder to make sure we were alone, I kept my voice low. “You got a recommendation for a testing place with a quick turnaround?”

Ophelia didn’t give me shit about the question. Her expression was blank, her tone all business. “Are you having symptoms of something? Burning, painful urination, sores—”

“Precautionary,” I cut in before my dick tried to go inside my body to hide from the horrible picture her words painted.

I got tested regularly and hadn’t been with anyone in…

Fuck.

A while.

So long, I was beginning to worry I’d bust a nut the second my dick got near Mac’s perfection. When she’d rocked her hips and ground her ass against me, I’d been dangerously close to coming in my jeans like a damn teenager.

Since I always used rubbers, I didn’t think I had anything. But Mac was… Mac.

Mac was also pregnant.

I wasn’t taking that risk. No fuckin’ way.

“You sure?” she asked again with no judgment.