What?
“If he’s not my father, then who is?”
“I don’t know, baby, but since we know your mom’s name is Sarah De Luca, I’m sure your uncle can tell us.”
My uncle.
I have family.
My mom’s family.
I always wondered if she had siblings.
“Are you serious?” I ask with a hitched breath.
“Yeah, baby, I’m serious,” he says.
“Wow,” I murmur.
“Are you okay? The baby?” His features are ones of worry.
“She’ll be just fine,” a woman says as she steps into the cubical wearing a white lab coat. “Dr. Corbin ordered lab work and an ultrasound upon getting to the hospital. Lab work was rushed and came back looking great. We’d like to keep you overnight to make sure you don’t have a concussion but as long as Angelina monitors you, we won’t keep you. But how about we see this little peanut?”
The doctor speaks rapidly, and I’m overwhelmed with everything she’s saying but the main thing I understand is knowing my baby is okay.
Chains and I both nod and she wheels in an ultrasound machine, places it next to me, and instructs me to pull up the bottom of the gown. It’s in this moment I realize I’m completely naked and if I want to go home, I’ll need someone to bring me something to put on. The doctor spoke step by step of what she was going to have to do.
Then she slides the wand inside me and though it feels highly uncomfortable, my eyes are glued to the screen as she turns it in my direction. “Well, there you go, a sweet baby resting inside you,” she announces.
She does a couple of things and then removes the wand and leaves the room.
Soon as she leaves the room, I turn to Chains and see him smiling at me. “Fuckin’ love you, woman,” he murmurs.
“I love you too,” I whisper just as softly with a smile.
What more could a girl hope for? I have everything I could possibly want in this world. Chains is the other half of me and I couldn’t live without him. I have two beautiful children and one on the way. I also have an amazing family that comes in the shape of the club and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Chains
Over the past seven months Tiny and I have been busy.
First, we celebrated our twins’ birthday shortly after the situation went down with Collins. We’d had members here from the Devil’s Riot, Marker’s charter, and even Leo De Luca came with his father to meet my ol’ lady for the first time. Craziest part of all of that was we’d found out Tiny wasn’t Collins’ biological daughter. Tiny’s father, Theo Vitale, is an associate of De Luca’s who’d been engaged to Sarah, Tiny’s mom. Leo reached out to him and informed him of the fact Sarah had had his daughter before she was killed.
We’d agreed to take thinks slow in integrating Vitale into Tiny’s life. I wasn’t about to stress my ol’ lady out with something this life changing. That doesn’t mean she didn’t know about it. I simply wasn’t throwing it in her face all at once. They were doing this at her pace and I’m making sure no one tries to push faster than she’s ready.
The whole ordeal was fucked up and still blows my mind that the asshole was able to pull off what he did. If it wasn’t for us being able to finally connect the dots to everything we’d been through. Not that it’s over for us yet. We still don’t know who this Nixon fucker is or if he knows where Tiny is. I didn’t worry about asking Collins before I put a bullet in his head. Sure, I wish the fucker’s death had been painfully slower than a shot between the eyes but I didn’t care. Not when it meant I had to get to my woman and make sure nothing happened to her.
I have nightmares of what happened that night. Not about killing Collins but for what Tiny had to do. She said it that day we found Sera in the twins’ room she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions when it comes to protecting our children. I thought she would hate herself for killing someone else. Yeah, not my woman. Tiny’s words ring in my ear every time I think about it ‘We’re a team. You take care of all of us including the club and I take care of you and our children. I’ll do what it takes to make sure nothing happens, same as you’.
Fuckin’ love my ol’ lady.
The second thing Tiny and I did is start building our house that we’re now living in. We decided to build a five-bedroom house with an open floor plan in the main area. The house is set up off to the side of the clubhouse giving us space from everyone else yet still giving my woman the security she needs to feel safe.
We also found out we were having another boy and decided to name him Dorian. I don’t know why I caved to the name but for some reason Tiny got me to agree. Even though that’s his name we’re gonna be callin’ him, Ian.
“Da-da-da-da,” Brook squeals, getting my attention as I walk through our house to find her and River sitting in their highchairs in the dining area. The house smells fuckin’ remarkable with whatever it is Tiny’s fixing for dinner.
“Hey, princess,” I greet my daughter with a smile and glance to my son to see him giving me a toothy grin. He hadn’t started talking yet but he was definitely expressive and loved to smile at me when he saw me coming.
I step into the kitchen as Tiny is putting her cell phone down. “Hey, Bitsy,” I murmur.
“Hey, I’m glad your home,” she says, her hands resting on her expanded stomach where our son rested. He’s due any day now and I’m trying not
