South Coast Brothers: Part One

by Hamford, Kacey

  “Yes. Company for you when we’re on runs. What puppy would you like?”

  “Oh, can we go to the rescue home and get one? I hate that the dogs are living in there.”

  “For you, anything. Shall I wait for you? Or meet you in the bar?”

  “I’ll be out in a little minute. I think I’ll have rum and coke tonight please.”

  “You got it.” I saluted her, she giggled and then I kissed her until we were both breathless. “Or we could just stay here?” I mumbled, not wanting to take my lips off of hers.

  “You’re the VP you have to show your face.” I rolled my eyes, straightened my t-shirt and walked out of the bathroom. “A change of shirt wouldn’t hurt either!” she shouted after me. I laughed out loud at her subtle way of telling me to change. I stripped off my cut and t-shirt and stood bare chested in front of the wardrobe deciding which shirt to wear; I went to grab the black one.

  “The blue one would look better,” she murmured behind me, then her lips touched my bare skin and she trailed kisses down my spine. My body shivered under her touch and my cock started coming to life. I looked at her over my shoulder and she was standing there in a pair of black skinny jeans, sparkly heels, a tight red top, her leather jacket and bright red lips.

  “Is that stuff on my back now?” I ran the tip of my finger over her bottom lip and her tongue darted out.

  “Yes. Just think of it as my mark on you.”

  “I like that.” I slipped the shirt on over my head and proceeded to button it up. Pulling my jacket back on, we walked towards the party hand in hand. “I’ll get us a drink.” I leant down to kiss her and she threaded her fingers into my hair and deepened the kiss, if no one saw that she was wearing my properties they would soon know she was mine. My fingers bit into the skin on her hips and I wanted to be driving myself deep inside of her. I groaned once we separated.

  “You’ve woken the beast now.”

  “Oh good, maybe he can come out and play tonight?” She licked her bottom lip and I had visions of my rock hard cock slipping through them.

  “You can count on it.” I slapped her ass gently as I walked away.

  * * *

  Cammie

  I walked further into the room, saying hi to the members and the locals. I looked for somewhere to sit so Mason and I could enjoy an evening together without a care in the world. I stopped dead in my tracks when a familiar face was in front of me. What was he doing here?

  “Dad?” I asked, unsure if I was seeing things correctly.

  “Oh my God, Cammie, you’re here.” He stormed towards me and pulled me in tight to his chest. Not once in the last fifteen years had my dad had a reaction to me like this. I stepped out of his hold and looked at him. He had stubble covering his face and his clothes looked dirty and worn.

  “What are you doing here? Where’s mum?” I found myself looking around for her, was she here?

  “She’s not here. We’ve come to take you home.” We’ve? Who the hell was he talking about?

  “We?” I frowned, confused. “I am home. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Cammie,” his gravelly voice said and I froze. I turned my head to the right where he had spoken from. Was this really happening? Was he really here?

  “W… What are you doing here?” I stuttered. I flinched as he moved closer towards me.

  “Now, is that anyway to greet your boyfriend?” Dad said.

  “Boyfriend? I haven’t seen him for three years. He left me alone when I needed him the most!” I shouted.

  “We’re here to take you home,” Jack said as he placed his hand high on my arm and gripped me.

  “Here to take you away from these men. You don’t need to be scared, they won’t stop us.” I tried to yank my arm away from Jack and his grip tightened. I screamed out and before I knew it Mason was flying across the room and Jack was laying on the floor. He pulled me into his chest and I gripped his back tightly, I didn’t want him to let me go.

  “Get your hands off her. She’s mine!” Jack shouted at Mason. Mason’s arms tensed and I kissed him on the chest, trying to soothe him. I wiggled my way out of his grip and turned to face my dad and Jack. With the back-up of Mason behind me, I found my strength.

  “I’m not yours,” I sneered at him. “I haven’t been yours since you left me bleeding at the bottom of those steps three years ago.” Mason placed his hands on my hips and his warmth made me feel safe and secure. I hadn’t told him about this yet.

  “And dad, I am home. All of these people care about me, I’m not just someone who is in the way. I’m in love with Mason and won’t be leaving him. You’re not welcome here, please leave.”

  “What about us, Cammie? What about Noah?” Jack said.

  “Don’t you dare!” I screamed. “You have no right to say his name.” I lunged for him and Mason held me back. Tears were clogging my eyes and when I blinked they began a trail down my face.

  “He was my son too!” he snapped. The clubhouse went quiet and all eyes were on us. Solar, Tat, Drake and Ashlyn walked closer towards us. These were my closest friends and they were about to find out about my past.

  “No! No, you don’t get to call him that. You left us, you wasn’t there when I had to give birth to him even though he was already dead. He wasn’t breathing, Jack, it was because of the trauma I suffered when you let me fall down those stairs. I had to bury him, you were nowhere to be found.”

  “Cammie, I thought you hated me. Your dad contacted me and told me about Noah. I didn’t know.”

  “I do hate you, Jack. I hate that you left me at the bottom of those stairs, I hate the fact that I had to bury my son alone. I hate the fact that I don’t hate you for getting me pregnant. I had a couple hours with him to say goodbye and he was the best thing that ever happened to me. He was perfect.” My crying had become frantic sobs as I fell to the floor, my heart was breaking all over again. I was losing him all over again, I couldn’t cope with the pain. Darkness would find me and this time I wouldn’t be strong enough to pull myself out of it.

  “Get them out of here!” Mason yelled. “If you come back, I’ll kill you myself,” he threatened. My tears were coming thick and fast and I couldn’t see anything.

  “Cammie,” Ashlyn said.

  “I’ve got her.” Mason picked me up off the floor and I curled into him. My head was banging from the crying but I couldn’t seem to stop them falling. “It’s ok baby, I’ve got you.”

  Mason

  I kept Cammie close to me, I obviously didn’t know the shit she had gone through at such a young age. She’d had a baby, maybe that was why she was so adamant she didn’t want kids now. I could never imagine having to say goodbye to a baby. Once I was in our room, I kicked the door closed behind me and sat down on the sofa with Cammie still clutched to me. I didn’t want to let her go but I needed to talk to her about what was going on.

  “Cam?” She shook her head and buried her face into my chest, her crying had eased but her body was still trembling. “Please, talk to me.”

  “I… I can’t.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” She all of a sudden sat up and looked at me.

  “Can we go to our house? Please?”

  “There’s no furniture there, no electric, no heating.”

  “I just want it to be me and you, in our home.”

  “Ok, let me grab some supplies and we’ll head over there.” I went to lift her off my lap and she placed her hand on the side of my face.

  “Thank you. I love you, I hope you know that.”

  “I love you too.”

  I searched through the storage cupboard in the hall for the blow up bed, sleeping bag, wind up torch and a battery operated heater. I was lucky that I found it as it was all in the back of the cupboard. I checked it all and it was working perfectly. I also found a box of tea light candles. I headed back to our room and heard that Cammie was in the shower, I left her to it and headed back into the bar to find Ashlyn. I dropped all of the stuff I ne
eded by the front door, I needed to borrow her car.

  “Holes,” Ashlyn said behind me. I spun around and she had a trail of mascara on her cheek, I reached over and wiped it away. “How is she?”

  “To be honest, I don’t know. We’re headed out for the night, can I borrow your car?”

  “Sure, the keys are in it. Did you know about the baby?”

  “No, did you?” She shook her head. “I’m hoping she will talk about it tonight. Can you make sure the guys don’t ask her about it?”

  “Of course.”

  “Thank you. We’ll be back in the morning with the car.” She smiled at me, gave me a hug and made her way to the bar.

  “She ok, man?” Solar asked, gripping hold of my shoulder.

  “She will be.”

  “That’s gotta be rough.” He exhaled and shook his head.

  “Yeah. I’m gonna get back to her.”

  “Tell her we all love her, man.” I nodded my head. Cammie and I were both lucky to have a family like this, brothers that would back you up and not turn your back on anyone.

  I walked over to Ashlyn’s car and stowed all the goodies I found in the boot, it would be a nice surprise for Cammie when she saw what I was up to.

  I headed back to our room and I walked in to find Cammie curled up on our bed, she had something in her hand.

  “What’s that?” I asked, sitting on the edge and placing my hand on her back. She passed it to me and I was looking at a piece of paper with a tiny footprint on it.

  “That’s Noah’s footprint. It’s all I have of him.”

  “You don’t have a photo?” She shook her head. Her wet hair was piled on top of her head and my fingers itched to be able to run my hands through it.

  “No, after he was taken away from me, I checked my phone, looking for the picture and it didn’t take.” Tears started to run down her cheek again and she frantically began wiping them away.

  “You ready to go?” She nodded and I pulled her to her feet. She was dressed in a pair of grey leggings and an oversized hoody and on closer inspection it was one of my hoodies, I loved looking at her in my clothing.

  As we pulled into the driveway to our house Cammie’s phone started ringing. She looked at it and smiled.

  “It’s Heather.”

  “Answer it and come inside when you’re ready.” I kissed her on the cheek and she pressed the green button on the phone and held it up to her ear. I gathered all the stuff from the boot of the car and headed inside. I decided to set up the blow up bed in the living room, luckily it had a battery operated pump. As it was inflating, I spread the lit tea light candles on the hearth at the front of the fireplace and a few along the mantle. I uncorked the bottle of white wine and placed the two plastic cups with it. Once the bed was inflated, I spread the double sleeping bag over the top and turned on the battery operated heater. I didn’t think it would last long, but it would be enough to take the chill out of the air.

  “What’s all this?” Cammie asked as she stood in the doorway to the living room. I had removed my jeans and leather cut. I walked towards her in my blue boxers, blue shirt and white socks.

  “This is our first night in our home, I wanted it to be special.” I reached out for her hand and she followed me into the room. We got comfy on the bed, Cammie sat crossed legged beside me as I poured some wine into the plastic cups. I passed her one and the electricity zapped between us when our hands brushed together, she smiled slightly, looking into my eyes.

  “To the first night in our new home,” I said as I raised my cup towards hers. She did the same and we sat silently sipping our wine. It tasted like shit really, but I knew she liked it.

  I laid back on the bed with my left arm under my head and crossing my ankles. Cammie sighed, I knew she was thinking about what happened earlier and I didn’t want to push her to talk about it but also I needed to know, I wanted to know. She scooted closer to me and laid down with her head on my stomach, I pulled the tie out of her hair and ran my fingers through it, gently massaging her scalp. She clasped her hands together, moving her fingers almost nervously.

  “When I found out I was pregnant, I was scared. I was only sixteen and my mum and dad weren’t overly happy.” She took a deep breath and I stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt her. “I left after I’d told them and moved in with Jack, I thought we were happy until I came home from work early to find him and his roommates having a party and he was kissing someone else.” My hand tensed and stilled in her hair. I watched as she placed both of her hands on her flat tummy. “The movements from him were breath taking, I cherished every one. Anyway, I left the flat and Jack followed me. He had hold of the top of my arm, much like the way he gripped hold of me tonight. I pulled away from him and he released his grip, causing me to fall down a flight of stairs. I tried to protect him, I wrapped my arms around my large tummy; I didn’t want him to be hurt. I remember feeling the pain and not being able to move when I was laying on the floor at the bottom of the steps, thinking that I’d be ok as Jack would come and help me. I don’t know how long I was there for, he never came. One of the neighbours found me and called an ambulance, I was… bleeding, God, there was so much blood.” Her voice caught in her throat.

  “Miss, how far along are you in your pregnancy?” the paramedic asked.

  “Eight months.” I cried out from the pain. “Please, please help my son.”

  “The pain was horrible, it felt like someone was sticking daggers in my back, and I prayed. I’ve never prayed before, but I prayed and begged that he would be ok. I already loved him so much.”

  “What’s going on? What’s happening?” I asked frantically as the nurses flitted around me in the hospital room. I had a strap along my belly and the nurse was looking at the monitor, she looked at the other dark haired nurse and subtly shook her head.

  “We just need to check on the baby,” she said as she squirted gel on my tummy and angled the monitor so I couldn’t see. Usually, at my other appointments, I would be able to hear his heart beating and see him, why were they not letting me see?

  “Is he ok? Why can’t I hear his heart beating?”

  “Is there someone we can call for you? I see on your records you are only seventeen. You should have a parent or guardian with you,” a different nurse said.

  “My mum is my next of kin,” I told her. I didn’t really want her with me but I understood they had a job to do.

  I noticed the glances the nurses gave each other but no one was telling me anything.

  “Please, is he ok? I can’t feel him moving.”

  “The moment they told me that he had died…” She reached up and wiped her hand over her face. “I’ll never feel pain like that again, I couldn’t protect him and I couldn’t save him. They said that when I fell, the placenta separated from the wall of my uterus; the placenta supplies the oxygen. He… he suffocated, if only I didn’t leave that party, if only I didn’t leave work early, he may still be here. I’d still be a mum.” Her sobs became louder. I sat us both up and gathered her in my arms.

  “You are a mum, you will always be a mum and you’ll always have a son.”

  “And then they told me I still had to give birth to him, that it was important for my body to still go through that.”

  “Cammie, are you ready?” the nurse asked me as she pushed my legs up. “When you feel the contraction you need to push.” They had given me a drug that induced labour. I had been waiting for it to start for the last four hours.

  “No.” I shook my head. “I can’t do it. I felt him move, I know I did.”

  “Cammie, sweetie, I’m here to help you. It’s time to meet my beautiful grandson.” Mum gripped hold of my hand and I felt the need to start pushing. I opted out of having any pain medication, I needed to feel every inch of pain, no matter how much it hurt. That was my punishment for letting my son die.

  “I pushed and I pushed. He was only four pounds when he was born, he was small but he was perfect.” We had sunk back down
onto the bed and her head was now resting on my chest and I trailed my hand up and down her back. She smiled when she remembered him.

  “Do you want to hold him?” the nurse asked after she bundled him up in a blue blanket and blue hat. I held my arms out for him and nodded my head. He was my son, I needed to see him, to hold him, to love him. Once he was placed in my arms, it took me a couple of seconds to build up the courage to look at him.

  “He’s gorgeous, Cammie. Looks just like you did when you were born.” Mum smiled. I gazed at him, he was perfect amd he looked like he was sleeping.

  “I don’t know how long I held him for. They let me dress him in a little blue onesie after doing his footprint.”

  “Cammie, it’s time,” Mum said as she walked back into my room followed by a nurse. I knew what she meant, it was time for me to give him up. I held him up against my chest, kissed his head, told him that I loved him and that I always would.

  “Then the nurse took him away from me. My heart broke when they told me he died, then it healed only slightly when I got to hold him, but the pain was excruciating when I watched her take him away from me. I felt like I was going to die, I couldn’t breathe. A part of me will always be with him. That’s… That’s why I don’t want children, I couldn’t bare it if something like that happened again. I wouldn’t survive it, I know I wouldn’t.” Her grip tightened on my shirt and I held her closer to me as she cried. A tear escaped from my eye and rolled down the side of my face, I couldn’t stand seeing her so upset, I’d give anything to make everything better for her. We didn’t speak, we just held each other and within a few minutes I could hear Cammie’s breathing change, she had fallen asleep. I gathered the sleeping bag that we had managed to kick down the bottom of the bed and covered us both up. I would make sure she never felt upset like this again for as long as I lived.

  Cammie