Page 19 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

I know things won’t always be fucking roses. Fuck, do I know that. Especially trying to balance the club, my parole restrictions, and now having two more people who depend on me.

Yeah, it's going to be one helluva juggling act.

But as Brae comes back into the room with Ryder cradled in her arms, there’s not a doubt in my mind that it’ll all be worth it.

“He okay?” I ask as she settles back onto the couch next to me.

She nods, a soft smile on her face. “Yeah, just a wet diaper. He's already falling back asleep.”

I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“What do you think about getting a bigger place?” It’s something I’ve been thinking about ever since the strange meeting with my parole officer. Out here is more secluded, which is something I’ve always liked. But if I’m off chasing a skip, it leaves Braelynn vulnerable.

Braelynn lifts her eyes from Ryder’s sleepy face and looks around the room. “What’s wrong with this place?”

I blow out a breath. I haven’t told her about Turner or the fuckhead’s clear bias towards bikers.

“Nothing. I just don’t like the idea of me being away and you being out here by yourself. Wouldn’t you like a house with a yard for Ryder?”

Her eyes light up at the idea. “Can we afford it?”

I grin, thinking maybe I need to show her our financials. We’re not rich, but money isn’t something she needs to worry about. Ever.

“I think we can make it work.”

Chapter Seven

Braelynn

New Years Eve

I look over my shoulder at the full-length mirror in Legend's bedroom, smoothing down the back of my little black dress. Legend insisted I needed it for the New Year’s Eve party we’re going to tonight at the clubhouse. I turn to the side, taking in how it hugs my curves in all the right places and makes me feel sexy for the first time since Ryder was born.

“Damn, baby,” Legend's voice rumbles from behind me.

I catch his reflection in the mirror as he approaches, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. “You look fucking incredible.”

I spin around to face him, a smile playing on my lips. “You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome.” And he does.

Legend's wearing dark jeans and a black button-down shirt, his leather cut hanging open over it. He’s trimmed up his beard, and his hair is styled in that perfectly messy way that makes me want to run my fingers through it.

He pulls me close, his hands resting on my hips. “We could stay home.” His brows waggle.

As tempting as that sounds, Kierra and her twin, Sierra, put a lot of work into planning the party, and it would be really rude to blow it off.

I shake my head. “As much as I love that idea, I want to go. It's our first New Year's together, and I want to celebrate with you and the club.”

Legend grins, leaning in to kiss me softly. “You’re right.”

“I like the sound of that.” I grin against his lips.

A cry from the other room interrupts our moment, and I sigh. “I'll get him.”

“Nah, I got it,” Legend offers, already heading towards Ryder's room. “You finish getting ready.”

I watch him go, my heart feeling like it could burst.

Over the past week, he’s thrown himself into fatherhood with a dedication that I never expected.

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