“Yeah, I can get him ready.” Whip nods and holds his hand out. “Come on, Linc, let’s go get you ready and then see about getting them waffles,” he announces.
“Affles,” Lincoln yells excitedly.
Shit.
I still can’t believe I have a kid. A kid who’s three. I’ve missed so much of his life.
“Oh, by the way, brother, you’re welcome,” Whip mutters, reaches behind his back and tosses a bundle on the bed.
Glancing down, my brows furrowed.
“Never burned ‘em for you,” he grunts.
Fuck.
Sighing, I lift the stack up and look to the date on the top. This must have been the last one she sent. I open it up and quickly scan through it and then look at the pictures it incased.
Oh fuck. Amaya tried to tell me about my kid, sent me pictures of him as well. Motherfucker, I should have read hers. At least then I would have known.
Clearing my throat, I pick up the stack and flip through them these are all the ones from Amaya. What about the ones from Emilia?
Do I even care?
Not really. I’m over the bitch. I’ll admit now, I never should have let her blind me from what I wanted in the first place.
Amaya.
I open the nightstand and toss the envelopes into the drawer and close it. I’ll see if I can’t find time at a later point to look through them to see what all Amaya had to say to me. Straightening, I turn on my heel and head to the bathroom. For now, it’s a matter of getting my woman out of the bathroom, getting ready, and going to feed my kid.
My woman.
My kid.
Damn, if I’m not liking the sound of that.
Then again, Amaya should have always been mine, straight from the start. I wonder if I’d gone to her and spoken to her if she and I would have been together during all that time.
Shaking my head, I try to snap myself out of it. I can’t be thinking shit like that. The past can’t be changed. It’s what we do in the now that sets us up for the future. And the now I’m in has Amaya in it, meaning the future can only brighten up even if it’s the slightest bit.
It took all of us about thirty minutes to get ready and instead of taking my bike like I wanted, I put Amaya and Lincoln in my truck. After getting a good look at the condition of her car this morning, there was no way in hell, I’m having her in the hooptie. Nope, I sent a text to Cyprus and told him to come by and pick it up with the tow truck and haul it to the shop. It needed to be put out of its misery. For now, if she wanted to go anywhere, I’ll take her or get someone else to. Once I know she’s not gonna leave, I’ll find her another car that is far safer than that rust bucket she’d been driving.
On the way to the clubhouse Amaya stayed quiet. She’s been that way the entire time really. Not speaking unless she’d been spoken to. I wanted to demand she tell me about her scars, to tell me what I want to know, but Whip’s right. I’ll hold off until after speaking to Nerd.
I pull into the clubhouse parking area and park the truck.
“Where are we?” she finally asks quietly.
“The clubhouse, little man wants waffles and I’m pretty sure there’s either waffles or pancakes in there for breakfast.” I shrug.
“Affles,” Lincoln yells. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him throw his arms in the air.
“He loves waffles,” she mumbles.
“Yeah, come on, let’s get out and head inside,” I mutter, clicking the button to undo the seat belt. I hate being in a cage but when I am, I always wear the damn thing. I snag my cut from on top of the center console and throw it on over my shoulders as I get out.
I make it to the other side of the truck just as Amaya opens the door to the back and starts to help Lincoln get out.
“Here, Sweetness, I’ll get him,” I say, gently sliding Amaya out of the way. I don’t want her to feel I’m trying to push her away because I’m not, but I need to do these things for Lincoln as well.
Unlatching his harness, I pull him out and hold him up in one arm and grab Amaya’s hand with the other. Whip joins us as I guide my woman up to the clubhouse.
“Who’s ready for some breakfast?” he asks, getting a squeal of excitement from Lincoln.
Whip goes in front of me and opens the door wide for me to guide Amaya into the building. All talk stops when we step into the room.
I glance around and find all eyes are on us.
“Brothers, like you to meet my kid and ol’ lady,” I announce to the room as a whole.
“Since when do you have an ol’ lady and kid?” Tracker asks, standing to his feet. Stoney follows suit along with a few of my other brothers.
“Amaya’s pretty much been his for four years,” Whip states jokingly.
“Um, what? I’m not . . .”
“Sweetness, shut it.” I grin.
“Wait, did you say, Amaya?” Nerd asks, stepping forward. His eyes glued to my woman.
“Yeah, why?” I demand, becoming somewhat protective.
“You from Texas?” Nerd mutters, ignoring my question.
“Um, yes,” Amaya says quietly.
“Your last name wouldn’t be Lucas, would it?” I tense at his words. How the fuck would he know her last name?
Amaya nods and somewhat moves to step back enough to position herself behind me.
“Oh fuckin’ hell. This shit is great,” Nerd announces with a grin.
“Want to fill us all in?” Stoney demands.
“Prez, this here is the person I’d been telling you about.
