Avery starts yelling and we both perk up to listen. “I don’t know, Twist; just fucking get here! It’s not my fault the kid’s coming early. I don’t know. This is the most I’ve ever heard you talk on one occasion. I know. I will. Okay, just hurry up and I’ll try to shove his head back in while you’re on your way,” she finishes and hangs up.
Me and London stare at each other for a beat, before she turns back to the road like the convo in the back we just heard was completely normal.
“Is he okay?”
“Yep, he’s fine. They’d just hit the Arizona border, but he’s turning around.”
“Oh my God, he can’t drive that entire way right now! It’s too far, he’ll never make it,” I declare, suddenly feeling the need to retch.
“Well, he’s going to. Any of the guys would if it were us, too, so don’t wig out over it. He’ll be back sometime tomorrow. In the meantime, he told me to take care of you, like I wasn’t going to anyhow. The man was acting like I was going to make you hoof it to the hospital by yourself or something,” she huffs and I let loose a nervous belly laugh at how crazy the whole situation is.
My tummy tightens up, protesting my giggles and sends a new pain that brings tears to my eyes again. I feel more liquid dribble out and I silently thank God that London knew to put a seat protector down. Clearly she knows what she’s doing with this sort of thing.
“I feel sick,” I mutter and Avery leans forward, patting my arm.
“It’s her driving, it happens to all of us. Luckily we’re here.” She points and I look up to see the hospital sign come into view.
We pull into the hospital parking lot and London parks directly in front of the electric doors to let me out. They both jump out of the car, Avery running inside to get a wheel chair. A few minutes later, and she’s at my door helping me out and into the chair.
“I’m parking!” London yells as she runs around the front of the vehicle and slams the door after getting in. Cain’s poor car is taking a beating today, I’m glad he’s not here to see it. The guys would probably be way calmer right now if they were home than the ones bringing me here.
“Okay, lady, let’s get you all checked in.”
“We have to go to the maternity section, it’s right past the women’s clinic.”
“Okay, no problem.” She hands me her phone, “Text London directions back here so she can find us, please.”
“Ouch!” I call out as a small pain hits me and I grit my teeth. He’s not even here yet and already causing trouble.
One of the nurses working is the same one that’s been checking me in at my other appointments so luckily she recognizes me as soon as she notices Avery wheeling me in her direction.
“Miss Sadie, everything okay, hon?”
“Nope, this baby is on its way!” Avery interrupts excitedly and the nurse smiles at her.
“Okay, we have a labor and delivery room open; I’ll get you settled in and bring the paperwork and the doctor in to look you over.”
“Sounds good, is Dr. Marsh here today?” I gasp, already worn out from the contractions and she nods.
Good, one thing I can relax about.
Twist
When I saw Avery’s name pop up on the comms system, I had to answer. I normally don’t bother with it while I’m riding, but I made her promise she’d call if something wasn’t okay with Sadie. Thank God I actually went with my gut and spoke to her. I would’ve been pissed later on.
We were just about to hit the Arizona border when I signaled the brothers to stop off so I could update them all with what was going on. I let Avery know I’d be on my way back ASAP and I was right; first thing Ares said when he heard what was up, was to go to her.
I thought we had plenty of time before the boy would come, that’s part of the reason why we planned this trip now, or we would’ve waited a little while. I can’t believe this is my fresh start and I’m already going to miss the birth. I can’t miss it. Fuck!
It’s just like before, I missed the birth of my daughter and Marissa never let me forget it either. She was constantly making me feel guilty for not being there. I wish I would have been; I wanted to, but I was deployed and I couldn’t hop a plane to come home when she called to say she was in labor. At that time of the war, you didn’t get to fly home for a birth; hell, we didn’t have cell phones or any of that shit they do now.
Marissa was a good woman, I can’t blame her for being angry, shit I was fuckin’ hella pissed myself. I was havin’ my first child and had to miss everything. I’m set on doin’ it right this time. I promised I would be there for it all and I’m already screwing up.
Giving my bike some more gas, the speedometer hits one fifteen and I settle in for the ride. It’s the perfect speed for these long, boring ass runs we make on this route. It’ll take awhile to get there, but hopefully I’ll make it in time for the birth. And if not, I’ll do my best to be there in the future. She—no they—have to come first, and I’m set on making them believe that’s exactly what they are, my main priority.
Ares promised that they’ll handle the shit with the Fists in California and if they’re able to keep any of them alive, they will, and they’re gonna bring them back home. I hate it that I won’t be beside them, seeking the vengeance Sadie, and any other woman out there wronged by them, deserves. Ares called Snake while we were on the side of the road, telling him to head on up with the van, that I’m on my way home.
I’m grateful my brothers understand and didn’t give me any shit for coming back. I wanted to go with them to catch those fuckers, but I want to be with Sunshine even more. It’s crazy that for once in my life since I’ve lost Marissa and my baby that I actually want another woman the way I want Sadie. Even with time, I still haven’t had my fill of her, if anything it’s made me want her even more.
Come to think of it, the brothers have backed off a lot since the clubhouse was compromised. I wonder if it finally sank in that I have feelings for Sadie. Care isn’t even a strong enough word though when it comes to her; I fuckin’ love the bitch and I can’t wait to make her my ol’ lady when this shit storm settles down.
Sadie
Avery hangs her phone up again as London sits in the corner of my room staring out the window at who knows what. It’s been hours since we’ve checked in and heard from Twist. My contractions are coming something fierce but it’s still too soon to have an epidural and I’m easily becoming exhausted.
“Is my brother okay?”
She comes over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Yep, he’s good. Worried and excited for you. He wishes he was here but I let him know not to worry, that we’re taking care of everything. And that’s the truth, Sadie, we’ll get through this together, that’s what the club’s all about. We have your back.”
I nod, a little apprehensive. I like Avery, she’s just not who I pictured here with me as I squeezed a baby out. It’s turning out though, that she may be the best person to have helping me. London’s phone rings and there’s a lot of anxious whispers. When she hangs up, Avery and I both stare at her, curious.
“Umm that was Prez. They need me back at the club for a little while if that’s okay? Spin brought back a guest and they need me to get her settled. I can come back as soon as I’m finished though.”
“London you don’t have to stay, I know you have your own life and kid.”
“Jameson is good; he’s with my mom and brother. I’ll be back; I want to be here for you.”
“Thank you,” I respond and she smiles.
“Hey L, will you bring me some comfy clothes, ‘cause I’m going to be here for awhile and the new paperback on my dresser, oh and my pillow and phone charger?”
“Calm down, Avery, there’s not much room for activities in here.” She winks and Avery laughs at the Step Brothers reference.
“Oh, London, you sound like a cross between Fergie and Jesus!”
They both giggle like a bunch of dorks and London gives in. “Okay, I guess since you can quot
e my favorite movie, I’ll move all of your shit over here for you.”
“Thanks, chick.” Avery blows her a kiss.
“I’ll be back!” London waves and takes off.
“Have you spoken to Twist again?”
“He sent me a text saying he hit the Texas border but that was all.”
“Geez, how long have we been here?”
“About seven hours.”
“Holy shit.”
We’re interrupted by Dr. Marsh coming in.
“Hello again, ladies.”
Avery smiles and sits in London’s spot.
“Hi.” I attempt to smile as a contraction hits and I groan through the pain.
“Good, just let it pass, deep breaths, try to stay relaxed,” he kindly coaches.
I don’t know how to stay calm though when they come and I just want to throw something or cuss someone out. I feel bad for these people, I bet they get yelled at frequently and it’s not even their fault.
“Okay, has it stopped?”
“Yes.” I let out a strangled breath.
“All right, I’m going to see if you’ve dilated anymore.”
He pops his head under the blanket with a nurse beside him and after a few uncomfortable moments he’s back up and taking his gloves off.
“Well, looks to be at about five centimeters, my dear; it’s coming along nicely.”
“So how much longer until I push?”
“Well there’s really no telling, but it will more than likely be a little while.”
“Like hours?” I ask, hopeful.
“Possibly, could be a bit longer. I had one lady dilate quickly and have her baby in three hours, while I had another who had thirty-four hours of contractions prior to the little one deciding to join us. It’s all a game of hurry up, wait, and then hurry up again.” He grins and pats my foot. “I’ll be back to check on you after a bit. Try to get some sleep if possible.”
“Al right, thank you.” I really want to laugh at his suggestion though. Sleep? Yeah, big fat no with all of the kicks and tightening going on over a huge portion of my body. I wish I could freaking rest.
He and the nurse leave and I turn to Avery, “Thirty-four hours? There’s no way in hell I can last that long!” I exclaim with an extra little bit of shrill making her laugh.
“Good news is that Twist can be here a lot sooner than that!”
Good point, but fuck my life that’s gonna hurt.
Chapter 14
Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.
-Unknown
Twist
Ten hours later...
I pull into the hospital, exhausted and sore from the ride. My backs going to fuckin’ hate me tomorrow but it was imperative I got here. My phone goes off with 2 Piece’s name flashing on the screen. I slide the screen to answer while stretching out my muscles.
“’Sup, brother?” I answer and he sighs, sounding tired.
“We got to Cali. I’ll let you know what the Nomads and the Death Chasers have found. Ares is pretty set on bringing Ghost home so you can play with ‘im.”
“Bet. I just pulled into the hospital. ‘Preciate you keepin’ me updated on it all.”
“Yeah, just take care of my sister since I can’t be there. She’s going to freak out that you finally made it.”
“I will, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, I know,” he mumbles and hangs up.
Shucking my jacket and helmet, I hurry inside, straight to the maternity area where we had taken a tour last week.
“Can I help you?” The same nurse we’ve seen at the last two appointments inquires when I make it to the desk.
“Yep, I’m here for Sadie.”
“Okay, let me go check on her and I’ll come get you.”
I sit down, only to jump back up right away and pace the small waiting room. I’m too strung out on getting to her, I can’t sit down. Avery hasn’t called again so I don’t know what the hell’s going on right now. Last time we spoke, Sadie was trying to rest but having a lot of contractions. I hope she’s okay.
A door down the hall opens and I hear Sadie let loose a loud cry of discomfort. It’s all I need to spur me toward her voice.
“Sir, you can’t go back there!” The other nurse behind the desk calls but I ignore her. She can fuck off; I’ll go back there if I damn well want to.
She runs ahead of me, attempting to block my path. “Sir, please, family only!”
“You got two seconds to get the fuck outta my way! That’s my woman back there and you’re a liability, fuckin’ choose wisely!” I growl and Avery pops her head out of a door, eyes wide.
“Twist,” she calls, “hurry, she’s pushing! Get in here!”
The other nurse opens the door waving me back to the room. “Let him back.”
I cock my eyebrow at the nurse in front of me and she quickly moves out of the way so I can get to Sadie.
“Come on, Twist!” Avery rushes me and I damn near run inside the delivery room, washing my hands and putting on a pair of gloves as fast as possible.
“Aghhhhhhh!” I’m torn away from my task with Sadie howling, making me rush to her side. “Oh, Twist!” she mumbles breathily, her brow sweaty and pale.
I turn to the doctor, “The fuck she look like this?”
“She’s doing great, son; take her hand and show her some support.”
It takes everything in me to hold myself back from threatening his life, but so help me, if anything happens to her, I’ll fuckin’ hang him next to that sign out front.
“Ohhhhh!” she calls again, tears falling from her eyes, and it’s like a knife driving into me seeing her so uncomfortable.
“You got this, Sunshine; don’t you worry, baby.” She grips my hand tightly as I rub her hair and stare into her eyes.
“It hurts so bad!”
“I know, Sadie. Just look at me, concentrate on my voice. I’m here baby, I made it.” My throat gets tight for some reason as I admit that I actually got here in time.
The doctor looks up at Sadie. “You have to keep pushing with the contractions; one or two more and we should have this baby!”
“Ouch.” She mumbles, “Out, out, ouuuuutttt!” she finishes on a yell, pushing. She breathes deeply then bears down again.
“That’s it! Very good!” Dr. Marsh exclaims and Sadie pushes once more, crying.
Kissing her brow, I wipe her tears for her. “So strong, Sunshine; I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, baby.”
“I love you, Twist.” Her gaze meets mine and my walls crumble the rest of the way.
“I love you.” I whisper back, kissing her lips chastely, falling a little more in love with her—if that’s even possible.
We’re interrupted by a cry from the baby and a happy doctor. “Congrats, you have a son!” Dr. Marsh exclaims, and places the tiny infant wrapped in a thin blanket into my large hands. After I stare at him for a few beats I carefully hand him over to Sadie, not wanting to hurt the tiny guy.
I did it. I kept my promise to her—to both of them. I made it in time and I’m going to be in their lives for whenever they need me. I’ll stay as long as they’ll have me and I’ll love them both with everything that I am.
Avery comes over again, smiling at the baby. “What are you going to call him?”
Sadie peers at me for a second before shyly asking, “What’s your name?”
I swear I hear the doctor choke at her words and it makes me want to laugh.
“Twist. You know that, Sunshine.”
“No, umm, your other name.”
I stare at her confused for a minute trying to think of what else the guys call me before it clicks what she’s asking me. She wants my birth name, the one my mother gave me.
“Cyle Marks.”
Sadie nods and turns back to Avery, “I’m going to name him Cyle Travis Marks.”
My chest swells at her words. He may not be mine by blood, but she just gave me a son by name. A gift I didn’t think I’d e
ver have in my lifetime once again.
“Thank you,” I mumble quietly, and kiss her forehead.
She just gave me the best reason there is to live.
Two weeks later...
I wake up to Sadie’s perky round ass pushed into my groin, my neglected cock wishing it could have a morning treat.
“Errrmmm.” I groan and start to kiss on her neck, nipping along the sensitive piece that meets her shoulder.
It works; giving her goose bumps and making her push her ass into me more, driving my desire for her even higher. Her skin always tastes sweet to me. I don’t know if it’s her body wash, or just her, but I could run my tongue over her tempting body for hours if she’d let me. I can never seem to get enough no matter what I do.
My hand crawls over her ribs, cupping her engorged tit, playing with the stiff nipple in between my fingers and kissing further behind her neck. Her breast starts leaking, the warm fluid running over my fingertips and fuck if it isn’t so goddamn sexy, knowing her body can make, carry and feed a child. I wonder if she’d let me suck on them?
“Twist?” She mumbles groggily as my dick continues to get harder, thoroughly worked up for play time. Her sleepy voice is its own version of an aphrodisiac in the morning, so soft and innocent, making me want to ram my dick down her throat. The sadist in me craves hearing her choke a little. I’m fucked up like that though.
“Yeah, Sunshine?” I rasp and the baby starts crying, effectively putting any hope of her hands going down my pants far, far away.
“Sorry, I have to get Cyle. He probably needs his diaper changed.”
“It’s all good.” But it’s not, my dick protests, throbbing in my body’s defense.
I understand she needs to tend to him, I’ve gotten used to it over the past few weeks, but I’m frustrated. At this point I want to maul her ass, but I can’t, ‘cause we gotta fuckin’ wait for another two to four weeks. The doctor says if she’s feeling okay in two weeks we can have anal sex and in four more weeks she should be healed enough to have regular sex. Feels like an eternity to me though.
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