Page 92 of Enemies to Lovers

“I want you to sign these papers.” I held them out. “They relinquish your rights to Holt. I’m going to adopt him, and you won’t have to pay child support anymore.”

Joey sneered. “What makes you think that I’ll do that?”

“The alternative is we go to court and get child support done officially,” I said. “And trust me when I say, you’ll be paying at least half your paycheck. With the way you treated her, and the way you’ve had nothing to do with the kid, they’ll grant the max allowed.”

He sneered. “I think not.”

“I think so,” I disagreed. “But you won’t have to deal with that if you sign the papers.”

He held his hand out and I gave him the sheet of papers.

He went to rip them up, but I stopped him with a single word. “Don’t.”

He started to anyway, but then I said, “Do you like this house?”

He frowned. “Couldn’t care less about this house.”

“Bet you’d care if it was burning down around your ears.”

He opened his mouth and then closed it.

Then, wisely, he turned to the desk and grabbed a pen before bravely saying, “Don’t want anything to do with that fucking kid anyway.”

I took the papers he threw at me, catching them before he could scatter them all over the floor, then said, “Nice doing business with you.”

“Fuck you!” he called out from behind me.

“Your ex-fiancé certainly does that well,” I told him. “Not sure how you gave such a sweet pussy up, but I’m glad you did. She’s the best thing to ever happen to my cock.”

I shut the door on his enraged howl.

Getting on my bike, I rode the rest of the way to the courthouse with the papers tucked into my cut.

I was unsurprised to find all the bikes parked in the parking lot.

I was even less surprised to find everyone already there waiting on me.

“I was beginning to think you were standing me up!” my future wife snapped.

I pulled out the papers and said, “I figured since we were already here, I’d get this filed in court and make it official, since the judge decided to give us the day.”

I wasn’t sure how Apollo had gotten the judge to do it, but he’d been more than happy to give us his entire morning.

I hadn’t been sure when we’d be able to get there—planning a wedding on the fly was hard—and I’d wanted to give Baker all the time that she needed.

It just so happened that she’d called me a half hour ago and said that she was ready to go, hence my quick stop at the loser’s house before I went.

“Oh, Copper,” Baker breathed. “Is this for real?”

“Real as fuck,” I confirmed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Holt’s gonna be mine.”

Speaking of Holt, he let out a screech, and we all turned to see him holding his hands out for me.

Cutter, who had our kid, grinned and held him out to me with one hand covering his entire chest.

I reached for him and said, “Let’s go inside and get this done.”

“Actually,”—the judge arrived with a flourish—“let’s do it out here. I’m not sure you’ll all fit in my chambers.”

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