Chapter Two

B aby cries startle me awake. I jump off the couch and pull my son from his bassinet that I pulled into the living room to give Kaitlyn a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep. Instantly, he stops crying.

"Hey, little man," I rasp as I run my finger along his cheek.

The longer I stare down at him, the deeper in love with him I fall. When Kaitlyn told me she was pregnant, I hoped it would be a boy. Don't get me wrong, I would love to have a daughter, but I always pictured myself having a son and then a girl.

I can't help but chuckle when he jerks his head, trying to suck on my finger.

"Hungry, huh? Let me change you real fast and then I'll take you to your momma," I tell him quietly.

With him safely tucked in my arms, I carry him into his room and set him on the changing table. I place my hand on his chest to hold him in place while I grab a diaper and wipes with the other. I unsnap his sleeper and pull a wipe from the container. Gently, I swipe the cold wipe right along the top of his diaper and chuckle when he kicks out and grunts in discomfort. Sure enough, though, the cold makes my little man pee, saving me from getting shot in the face. I send a mental thank you to the internet for that one.

Quickly, I get his diaper changed and get his sleeper back in place. After dropping the diaper into the fancy-ass trash thing Kaitlyn has set up, I pick him up and carry him to his momma. Kaitlyn is racked the fuck out, looking like an angel with her hands tucked under her cheek and her hair spread out on the pillow behind her.

Little man whines, making Kaitlyn shift. I sit on the edge of the bed and touch her shoulder.

"Babe."

"Hmm?"

"Little man is hungry."

Kaitlyn rolls onto her back and pulls herself up, resting her back on the headboard. She grabs the nursing pillow from beside her and places it on her lap before freeing her breast.

"Ready," she says softly.

I hand my son over to her and stand up. Once she has him latched, I head into the kitchen and get her one of the fancy granola bars she bought that's supposed to help with her milk supply and a glass of water. I carry it into the bedroom and set it on the nightstand.

"Thanks," Kaitlyn says softly as she looks down at our son.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and watch her feed our child. It's fucking mesmerizin. I know I should look away, but I can't.

Shit. I almost missed this. If her father had his way, I would have. My mind drifts back to when we got here earlier in the day.

"Alright. You got her settled in. You can leave now," Killer demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

He's trying to be intimidating, and when I was sixteen, it would have worked. Not anymore. He might be president of his club, but he has no authority over me.

I scoff. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes, you are. You got what you wanted, and I let you watch him be born, now it's time for you to hit the road."

"You didn't let me do shit, Killer. That was all Kaitlyn. Second, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here to help her with our child."

Killer's eyes narrow. "She doesn't need help. Not from you. If she needs it, her mother or one of the club girls will help. We have this under control, and it's time for you to leave."

"Daddy…" Kaitlyn says softly.

"I'm telling you right now, Killer, if I leave, I'm taking her with me."

"She's not yours," he grits out.

"She's the mother of my son, so she's mine as much as he is. You need to accept that. I'm not going anywhere, whether you like it or not. My place is with them, so you better fucking get used to it."

He opens his mouth to say something, but Kaitlyn cuts him off. "He's right, Daddy. If you can't accept him, that means you don't accept your grandson. Besides, I want him here."

"Kaitlyn," he warns.

She shakes her head. "No, Daddy, I think it's time for you to leave. I'm tired, and Colt and I have some things to discuss."

Killer's jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow. "I'm watching you."

"You do that."

Her father storms out without another word.

I turn and make my way back over to Kaitlyn, where she sits on her couch. "Are you okay?"

She smiles. "I'm great, all things considered. Now where are you staying?"

"I was hoping I could stay here with you two, but only if you're okay with it."

Kaitlyn bites her lip but nods. "I'd like that. I don't have a guest bed anymore, though. I turned the guest room into a nursery and got rid of everything I had in there."

"It's okay. I can sleep on the couch."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. Now tell me, can I get you anything?"

"I'm good." Kaitlyn sighs as she looks down at our son, avoiding eye contact. "I was so worried that you wouldn't make it in time and that you would miss it."

"I'm glad I didn't. I only wish I could have gotten here sooner."

"You made it, that's all that matters." She shrugs.

"I think your dad was a little surprised to find me trying to get into your room." I smirk.

Kaitlyn rolls her eyes, but a smile plays on her lips. "Just a little."

"Would you mind opening that for me?" Kaitlyn says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I look up at her and see her looking at the bar I set on the nightstand.

"Sure." I reach forward and grab it. After taking it out of the wrapper, I hand it to her.

"Thank you. You should get some sleep," she says quietly before taking a bite.

Without thinking about it, I reach over and rest my hand on her blanket-covered leg and squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere."

I'm curled up on the couch, watching Mom hold Kolby. She showed up this morning without calling, which pissed me off. If I've learned anything in the past week since we brought Kolby home, it's that people like to just show up even though it's the most inconsiderate thing you could do as far as I'm concerned.

Each time there is a knock on the door and I have to tell Colt that I wasn't expecting anyone, his jaw clenches, yet every time we let them in. Especially if it's one of my parents.

"You did such a good job, Kaitlyn," Mom tells me.

"Thanks."

Mom looks over my shoulder and down the hall to where Colt is taking a call in my bedroom. "When is he leaving?"

I tip my head back and sigh. I should have seen this coming. Colt has been nothing but nice to every one of the people who have walked through my door, but the same can't be said for how they've treated him. They act as if he's an enemy and took advantage of me, when that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Mom, I'm begging you to stop asking me that question."

"Kaitlyn, you can't honestly think he will stick around. He isn't one of us," she quietly scolds.

"He might not wear the patch that Daddy does, but he is the father of my son, and I need you to respect that."

"Blood doesn't make someone a father. I'm sure if you gave Morgue a chance, he would step in."

I cringe. "Mom, seriously? Morgue?"

"We both know he's in love with you."

Morgue patched in when I was seventeen. He is a few years older than me, but he has always had his eye on me. I've never made him think I liked him in any way, but he still likes to try.

I shake my head. "Morgue is in love with the idea of me, but doesn't really know me. There is nothing between us. Never has been and never will be."

Mom reaches over and grabs my hand. "But he's one of us."

I pull my hand away. "He's one of you. I'm not a member of the club, and outside of Daddy, I have no ties to it. Now, will you please give Colt a chance? I think if you really gave him a chance, you would like him."

"Kaitlyn," she says, voice dripping in disappointment.

I reach over and take my son from her arms and stand. "I think it's time for you to leave."

"We need to discuss this," she pleads.

"My woman said it's time for you to go. Don't let the door hit you on the way out," Colt says gruffly.

I look over my shoulder and see him standing at the mouth of the hall, his legs shoulder-width apart and arms crossed over his chest.

"I'll see myself out, but just think about it, Kaitlyn," Mom says as she makes her way to the door.

"I won't, and stop coming over without calling first. It's rude," I tell her as she walks out.

The door clicks softly behind her, and I sigh. I walk over to the door and flip the lock before turning around and facing Colt. "I don't think I can take one more visitor today," I confess.

"Not a problem." He walks over to me and takes Kolby out of my arms. "Now, why don't you go take a nice long shower and take some time to yourself."

"Are you sure?"

"Go, I got this," he says as he looks down at our boy.

"Thank you," I say quietly before walking around him and heading into the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and let the water heat up as I strip. I catch my reflection in the mirror and can't help but study myself. My body has changed so much since I first found out I was pregnant, and in some ways it's hard to grasp that I'm the same woman.

Especially when I feel like a completely different person.

I take my time in the shower and shampoo my hair twice and shave every inch. By the time I get out, I feel like an entirely new human. I get dressed in a comfy pajama set that has buttons down the front and head back to the living room.

I suck in a breath when I see Colt with his feet braced on the coffee table and Kolby lying on his legs. His big hand is holding our son's head as he talks softly to him.

"Hey."

He looks over and smiles at me, and it makes my heart flip, reminding me how we got into this situation in the first place.

"Hey, how was your shower?"

"Life-changing," I say as I move and sit next to him.

With his free hand, Colt reaches over and pulls me into his side. I curl my legs underneath me and rest my arm on the back of the couch behind his head as he places his hand on my legs.

"I love him so much," I tell him softly.

"Me too."

"Can I ask you a question?"

He squeezes my leg. "You know you can ask me anything."

"Why haven't any of your people come to see him yet?"

"Honestly, I didn't know if you would be okay with it."

I frown. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"This is your place, and I'm trying to respect it. Besides, you've had people coming in and out of here constantly." His jaw clenches. "Even when we aren't expecting them."

"You hate that too, huh?"

"You have no fucking idea," Colt mutters as he shakes his head. "When Midnight had the twins, we all stepped up because their mom wasn't too big on the idea of, well, being a mom. One of us was always there, but that doesn't mean we didn't call ahead of time to make sure it was okay."

"That's really sweet that you guys were there for him when he needed it."

Colt shrugs. "We're family, that's what we do. You know that."

"Well then, I think it's time you let them show up for you. You said someone came down here with you, right?"

"Yeah, Fang. He loaded up a U-Haul and brought our bikes down."

"Well then, I think it's time you call him and tell him to stop by, and maybe your parents."

He nods slowly. "Yeah, okay, but tomorrow. I want to spend the rest of the day with you two."

"I'd like that," I tell him softly as I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Me too, darlin'. Me too."