Page 79 of Torn In Two

War leaned over and offered his hand. “I disagree. If there’s anything me or the club can do for you, just consider it done.”

Grayson took his hand. “Just enjoy that baby.” He winked at him. “He definitely looks like you.”

I stared down at my son, searching his tiny features. He was beautiful and perfect and his little lips were shaped exactly like War’s.

25

GRAYSON

With Bliss safely in an ambulance and my heart pounding, I sank down on the battered clubhouse couch and put my head in my hands.

Any trace of earlier hostility gone, Hawk thumped me on the shoulder as he passed me by, his body jerky with leftover adrenaline. “Holy shit. I can’t believe that just happened.”

I lifted my head to watch him pace the room. “Me either.”

He grinned, eyes shining with a high I remembered from early days of my training, when every procedure was new and thrilling. “That was fucking awesome.”

I let the anxiety inside me go on a long exhale and sucked up some of his excitement. “You going to get out of your comfort zone and get the GED, so next time you can be the one delivering the baby? I just nearly shit myself. I haven’t delivered one since my residency.”

Hawk paused, as if he was mulling over the idea, even though it was clear to me he’d been wasting his life, spending it outside of a hospital. If he was this excited by the stress, the bodily fluids, the screaming of someone in pain, especially someone he loved, then there was no denying what he was supposed to be doing with his life.

Maybe he wasn’t supposed to be a doctor, but he wasn’t supposed to be a biker either.

Hawk needed to be saving lives. Not taking them.

I looked him in the eye. “I meant what I said earlier. I’ll help you.”

Hawk cracked up laughing and thumped me on the back again. “Deal. And Kara will get hers at the same time.” He scooped Hayley Jade up from the floor and tossed her into the air, catching her easily when she sailed back down into his arms. “Won’t she, Hay Jay? You’ll go to school and so will Mommy and me.”

Hayley Jade nodded her little head enthusiastically.

Kara laughed, watching Hawk and her daughter fondly. “I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more.” She sat on the couch beside me and put her hand on my knee, squeezing it. “You were amazing. Inspiring, actually.”

I didn’t deserve the praise. My fingers had been shaking the entire time, but half my job as a doctor was reassuring patients and keeping them calm. That was something I did daily. I was damn lucky Bliss’s baby had only had a minor complication. Anything bigger and we might have had a different outcome.

It only made me want to get out of psychiatry more. A feeling deep in my gut that more hands-on medicine, the sort I got to do today, and in the clinic, was where I really wanted to be.

But for now, I’d ride the high right through the weekend and the week of marriage counselling and other mundane appointments I had scheduled Monday to Thursday.

Hawk eyed me. “You need a drink.”

I wasn’t going to deny that. Delivering that baby had me reeling. Plus, it was Friday night and I wasn’t on call. A whisky or a tequila, or both, sounded pretty good right now. “I do.” But I wasn’t exactly sure where I stood with him now that the rush was over, and Bliss and War were on their way to the hospital with their healthy baby boy. I hadn’t forgotten Hawk walking in on me comforting Kara and threatening to beat the shit out of me. “You offering me one, even though you were ready to punch me in the face earlier?”

Hawk studied me, a darkness dropping over his expression. “Whether I punch you in the face or not is up to Kara. She’s the one you were all over.”

Kara rolled her eyes. “Stop it. If you weren’t so dramatic all the time, you would have heard me say he wasn’t hitting on me. We’re friends. He’s my boss, for goodness’ sakes.”

Sure. Her boss. Friends.

Fucking fabulous.

I shrugged at Hawk, brushing off the rejection of being so firmly in the friend zone. “So…drink?”

He pushed to his feet, brushing his hands off on his jeans. “Yeah. But not here.” His gaze rolled down my body, taking in the suit pants and shirt.

I’d ditched the tie and jacket and rolled my sleeves up, but it was splattered with blood and who knew what else after delivering a baby.

“You need a shower. Fresh clothes. Dress up and then meet us at Sinners.”

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