Page 7 of Nanny for the Bikers

He shrugs. “I don’t keep secrets.”

We pull up to the clubhouse, and I take a deep breath before climbing out of the car. As Clay lifts Piper from her seat, cradling her against his broad chest, I can’t help but marvel at how right it looks. Like she was always meant to be here, with us.

We step into the clubhouse, and the reality of our situation hits me like a freight train. Baby bottles, diapers, and tiny onesiesare scattered across the bar, a stark contrast to the usual shot glasses, empty beer bottles, and cigarette buds.

“We didn’t know her size,” Manny, a middle aged member of the club, drawls from his perch on the barstool. “But we’d figure this stuff would do.”

“You figured right.” I laughed. The motorcycle club has always been family.

“What’s her name?”

Clay holds her up. “Meet the newest member of the Black Wolves - Piper.”

A chorus of cheers erupts from the gathered club members, and I feel a swell of pride in my chest. These men are more than just my brothers in arms - they’re my family. And now, Piper is a part of that family too.

As the initial excitement dies down, the questions start flying. “How’re you gonna feed her?” “You boys ever changed a diaper before?”

“We’ll learn,” Clay says firmly, his gaze sweeping the room. “We’ll do whatever it takes to give Piper the best life possible.”

Kip nods, his grin never wavering. “And we’ve got the best support system in the world right here. You boys are gonna be uncles before you know it.”

A ripple of laughter goes through the room, and I feel some of the weight lift from my shoulders. They’re right. We’re not alone in this. We have each other, and we have the club.

As if on cue, Piper lets out a soft cry, her tiny face scrunching up in displeasure. Clay looks down at her, his brow furrowing in concern. “I think she’s hungry.”

I nod, already moving towards the kitchen. “I’ll heat up a bottle.”

As I measure out the formula with shaking hands, I can hear Clay and Kip discussing diaper changing techniques in the other room. Their voices are light, joking, but beneath the humor is a current of determination.

When I return with the bottle, Clay is gently bouncing Piper in his arms, his face softening as he looks down at her. Kip hovers nearby, his eyes wide with wonder as he reaches out to stroke her downy hair.

I pass the bottle to Clay, and he cradles Piper expertly, guiding the nipple to her eager mouth. She latches on immediately, her tiny hands curling against the sides of the bottle as she suckles contentedly.

Clay’s eyes are soft as he watches her, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “She’s got a good appetite,” he murmurs, and I can hear the pride in his voice.

“Just like her daddy,” Kip jokes, elbowing me in the ribs. “Remember when Teller ate three of those large pizzas by himself?”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help grinning at the memory. “That was one time, and I was starving.”

“Sure, sure,” Kip smirks, but there’s affection in his gaze as he looks at me.

This isn’t going to be easy. We’re three single guys with dangerous jobs and no idea how to raise a kid. But we all wantthis. We all want her. So all the what-ifs and doubts aren’t going to stop us. We will take it one day at a time.

Clay glances up, catching my eye, and I see my own determination reflected back at me. “We’ve got this,” he says quietly, and it’s not a question.

I nod, my throat tightening with emotion. “Yeah, we do.”

Clay looks back at Piper, her little eyes blinking as I know she’s going to fall asleep after she finishes her bottle. “She’s perfect,” he breathes, and I feel a lump form in my throat.

Because she is. She’s absolutely perfect, and she’s ours. Our little girl, our responsibility. And as I watch my brothers fawn over her, their faces alight with love and fierce protectiveness, I know that we’re going to be okay.

We’re the Black Wolves, after all. We’ve faced down rival gangs, crooked cops, and everything in between. Raising a baby? That’s just another adventure.

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AYLA

Well, I left…now what?

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