Page 3 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

He drops his hand, and my eyes slowly open to see the blue eyes that are a mirror image of my son’s. “Come inside,” he says, gesturing for me to hand him Ry’s seat. I do and then, to my surprise, his hand shoots out and his fingers lace through mine.

“I don’t expect?—”

“Relax, Brae.”

My mouth snaps shut. Hand-holding is not something we’ve ever done before, but if I’m being honest, I think I kind of like it.

As we approach the clubhouse, I can hear music and laughing coming from inside. It sounds like a party is in full swing, and I start to rethink my timing. This probably wasn’t the best day to show up here unannounced. Before I apologize for showing up out of the blue, he drops my hand and shifts Ry to his other side before motioning for me to go in first.

“Thanks,” I mumble, moving past him only to almost be knocked on my ass when a half-naked club whore shoves past me and takes a flying leap, her arms and legs going around Legend like a spider monkey.

In a flash, his arms go out to his sides, Ryder, strapped in his seat, still clutched firmly in one of his strong hands. “Where did you go, baby? I thought we were going to party?” she giggles.

I know I shouldn’t care, but my heart sinks into my belly as a tidal wave of doubt and jealousy crashes over me. “I’m such an idiot.” Reaching out, I take Ryder’s carrier.

“Shit!” he hisses, releasing Ry to me before quickly working to detach his passenger. I should have prepared myself more before coming here.

I’m not sticking around to watch this.

When I turn to move past him, he grabs hold of my arm and stops me in my tracks. “It’s not what you think.”

I can’t help but snort. I wasn’t born yesterday. I know exactly what the whore is getting at.

“Okay, it is what you think,” he growls, tightening his hold on my arm before turning to the bimbo staring at him with a pout on her face. “Get gone, Daisy.”

Her lips turn down. “But?—”

“Now!” he snaps.

“Let me go! I’ll leave,” I insist as he drags me behind him to a booth in the corner. He points to the worn bench seat.

“Sit.” I narrow my eyes at the demand, but do as he says, sitting Ry’s seat on top of the table and sliding in. It’s not like I have a whole lot of other choices. There’s literally nowhere else for me to go.

Legend slides in across from me, his eyes trained on Ryder, still sleeping, oblivious to the shitstorm brewing over his momma’s head.

“Don’t you need to get back to yourdate?” I snap.

He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. “It wasn’t a date and you know it. Now, stop being a bitch and tell me about him.”

Chapter Two

Braelynn

I ignore that he called me a bitch as I look at my sleeping son. “His name is Ryder Sawyer.” I look back to him apologetically. “I didn’t know your last name.” The confession burns, but what’s done is done. “He's six weeks old. I had him on November 11th.” My lips turn down as I think about him coming into the world kicking and screaming. “I had some complications, and he was delivered via emergency cesarean.” God, was that scary. I remind myself that we’re both still alive and that’s all that matters. Pushing past those thoughts, I continue, “He's a good baby; sleeps most of the time, and he’s a little porker when it comes to his food.” I laugh. “Loves to be held.”

He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“He has your eyes. And your temper,” I add.

His eyebrow arches. “My temper?”

I nod. “Oh yeah. He's got quite the set of lungs on him when he’s not happy.”

Legend chuckles, the sound sending a warm tingle down my spine.

It's strange, this feeling of connection after being apart for such a long time.

Legend's smile fades, his expression turning serious. “About Daisy?—”

---