Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“You’re my everything.” It comes out harsh, causing her doctor to smile encouragingly at me. I blink because when did her ob-gyn come in? I don’t even know if Eve hears me since she is fucking busy doing exactly what the doctor says like the badass she is. The hypnotizing beeps and sounds of the hospital are all mingling together. What I’m witnessing is nothing short of a miracle or fucking mayhem. Either way, it’s calming me. I’m used to chaos.
For the rest of my life, I know I will remember the moment my son took his first breath. And it’s not because someone says, “It’s a boy,” or by his angry wail, announcing himself. It’s because the moment he takes his first breath, I feel it inside me.
“Jason? Are you okay?” My vision clears enough for me to see my Angel.
“Taking a bullet for you is nothing compared to how I feel right now with you.”
She nods, her eyes red with tears. “I know.”
Both my arms grab ahold of the bed railing. “I don’t know if you do.” I brush her swollen red lips.
“Mr. McCormick?” The doctor clears her throat and for the first time in hours the room comes back into focus. She’s younger than I thought. Her smile is genuine. “Would you like to hold your baby?”
I look around at the room. I take in everything as if I’m reborn. Snickering, in a way I am. “Yes.”
She nods and moves aside allowing the nurse to place the fierce red-faced baby in my arms. Badass just like his mother! My eyes blur at this child and one lone tear lands on his cheek startling him to stop his angry rant. He blinks and our eyes meet. Time, the universe stops as my son bonds with me. A bond that will never be broken. I know this like I knew his mother was my mate. He’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I almost throw my head back and laugh. Guns, knives, drugs, torture—none of those things can bring me to my knees. This… this child, my woman, this very moment has taken away the biker, stripped the king, and allowed the man to be let out.
I’m a mere mortal who’s in love with his family—a family that is more than a gang of brothers and bikes. This is who I am. I breathe in and out. I will move heaven and earth to make sure they are protected and loved until the day I die.
“Jason?” Eve turns her head so that she can fully see me. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes tired. I know she just gave birth but she has never been more stunning to me than right now.
I move to her and give her our son. She opens her gown, the nurse urging her to try to breastfeed. He latches right on like the fucking heir he is. My eyes lock on Eve’s; hers are pooled with tears. Love pours out of her like lava spilling out of a volcano. So I say the only thing that’s left to be said. “Thank you.”
BLADE/JASON
Twelve months later
I stare at the compound and shake my head. It’s a fucking zoo, and I mean that literally. Eve hired a wrangler to bring animals to our son’s one-year birthday party.
“Go ahead and tell me I’m a genius.” Eve happily stands in front of me, hands on her hips, blond hair twisted up into a messy bun, her face fresh and happy. My mouth twitches as I reach for her. She squeals as I start to back her up to the side of the house.
“Jason, stop it. You’re going to step on my geraniums.” She laughs, her eyes full of blue fire.
I look down and she’s right—I’m stepping on some of the flowers she and a bunch of old ladies planted around the compound. Apparently, she was sick of seeing only gravel, trucks, and bikes.
“Let’s go upstairs while my mom is watching James,” I growl into her ear.
“Jason, we can’t it’s—” My mouth stops hers from telling me anything but yes and my tongue makes her moan.
“Come on. I want to be inside you in two minutes.”
“But…” Her eyes are closed as she leans into me.
“Upstairs,” I demand as I pull her with me.
“Wait.” Her eyes pop open. “We need to tell your mom.”
A pony neighs and James, our son who’s being held by Axel, laughs with glee. His chubby hands move happily as he pounds lightly on the pony’s nose.
I gesture toward my best friend and son. “Even better. Axel has him. You know he’ll be safe.” I reach for her other hand and place it on my throbbing cock. “I need you.”
“Jason,” she hisses and tries to pull away, which is stupid because I’ll never leave her alone. Although I do let go of her hand and yell at Axel.