✨Imagine this- Pregnancy Edition✨
You snatch your sunglasses off and huff up the few steps of the clubhouse before pushing the door open and letting it slam behind you. Taza and Hank sit at the bar conversing quietly and upon your entrance, they both turn to see you looking irritated.
“Hey, querida,” Taza says. “The boys are out back. Should be coming in any second.”
“Good. I don’t have to wait long to kill him,” you mutter.
The two don’t say anything more but bite back smiles. They could tell by your demeanor that Ezekiel was clearly in trouble. Right on cue, the man in question walked through the back door of the club with Angel and Bishop in tow carrying cases of beers. You crossed your arms and impatiently tapped your foot as you watched him step from behind the bar.
“Hey, baby,” EZ greeted you, placing a light kiss on your cheek. You didn’t respond, instead giving him a death stare. “You okay?”
“I dragged my big ass all the way here because my fiancé promised to do something for me and he seemingly forgot so no, I’m not okay.”
EZ looked confused for a fraction of a second before he rolled his eyes, a smile appearing on his dopey face.
“Shit. I was on my way, I swear. I was just gonna wrap up a few things for the guys.”
“The guys aren’t carrying your huge beach ball of a kid in their uterus,” you point to your rounded belly. Hormones and summer heat on top of your growing stomach made you a little short with the one man who decided not to pull out that fateful night seven months ago. “All I asked for was this one thing.”
“And I got it. I was gonna get it to you if you would’ve just waited another 15 minutes, cranky.”
He rubbed your belly and laid a kiss on it. A small movement met his hand. “Don’t do that. I’m rightfully annoyed right now.”
“Are you really?”
“Don’t get your ass whooped I’m front your brother and friends, Ezekiel.”
“I’ll pay you five bucks to hit him right now,” Angel called out, waving a $5 bill. The rest of the men also held up a couple bills.
Despite your current state, you smiled at them. EZ sighed and went into the inner pocket of his kutte to retrieve what you were after— a bag of Jolly Ranchers.
“Here. Happy now?”
You snatched the bag from him and ripped it open. Digging around you found a cherry flavored candy and unwrapped it before popping it in your mouth.
“Yes, yes I am happy. Thank you,” you replied sweetly.
EZ laughed as he went to pull you to him. “You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that right?”
You smiled and kissed his lips softly. The guys broke out in a chorus of aww’s with the exception of Angel who smacked his lips.
“Man, we don’t even get a slap? That’s some bullshit, Y/N.”
“Boy shut your ass up before you get slapped!” You pointed at him.
“I ain’t scared of you,” Angel said under his breath.
“What’s that?” you spoke up.
“Nothing, damn!”
“I’m the only who gets away with it, hermano. Sorry,” EZ said, arm wrapping around your shoulders. Looking at you, he said, “If I give you $5, will you slap him?”
“I’ll do it for free,” you smirked.
-I missed writing for my favorite Mayan. I need more soft EZ in my life rn.
All I wanted was my Jolly Ranchers! Got me up there in the heat and pregnant! And EZ had them😌. Angel better watch himself!😂. And I would do it for free🤣🤣. Amazing job!!👍🏾🙌🏾👏🏾💜! The way I nearly hollered!💀.
