Page 78 of At Last

“Really? Not even a little girl of your own?”

“Peachesismy own. Don’t ever forget that.” But it don’t matter because there’s a baby dick filling the screen.

“Mom. Dad, meet your son,” the tech says.

Right after the appointment we headed for the home store.

And that’s how I end up in a room painting silver-gray walls. We’re decorating in what my woman calls badass biker baby chic. Specialty Lords shit. Harley shit. For one wall, she has these decals of translucent silver Harleys. The accent color is black leather. The room’ll be sweet when it’s finished. And I can’t wait to bring baby Diesel home to it. Fuck yeah, I’m naming my kid Diesel. As I said, badass biker babies get badass biker names.

“Open it.” Doc hands me off the envelope, excitedly. You’d think it was fucking Christmas for the way she’s acting. Not like we didn’t know it was coming. Caitlin and I put in the paperwork a few months ago. And with the bio-loser dead and gone, nothing else to stop us. I carefully tear open the lip of the envelope and pull out the most important paper. The one I’ve been waiting to see since the day Brutus put the idea in my head over beers.

Certificate of Adoption.

Jade Ellis.

Peaches is my girl. Caitlin is my wife. And baby Diesel’s got about twenty more weeks to marinate. “Peaches,” I call out to her. “Come’ere sweetheart. Got something to show you.”

She comes racing into the room. “Careful,” both Doc and I yell at the same time. Our hands shoot out in front of us to stop her from stepping in paint.

“Look sweetheart. You’re my girl forever now.”

“Daddy!” Peaches screeches. “I’m a Ewis now. Just wike you and Mama.” Damn if hearing that don’t bring tears to my eyes as I gather my girls in my arms. Because they’re mine. Because I can.

Dawna was a good woman. Loved her with every breath I had in me. But she often lamented we couldn’t have this. Hopefully she’s smiling down on me. Happy knowing my club is clean. Happy knowing I finally got my family now.

At last.

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