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This email is to provide you with the results of the paternity test conducted on the unborn child of Sierra Martin with the alleged father, Justin Taylor.
Based on our analysis, the probability of you being the biological father of this child is 99.9%.
Conclusion: Justin Taylor is included as the biological father of the unborn child of Sierra Martin.
My gaze skimmed over the rest, informing me that the results could be used in court if necessary and who to contact with questions. Honestly, none of that mattered to me. What mattered more was that I had official confirmation that the baby Sierra was carrying was mine. I’d believed her from the start, but a layer of tension I hadn’t realized I’d been carrying slid off me when I read those results. The kid was mine. Sierra and I were going to go on a few dates, see if things could happen between us. And when Charlotte came into my office to discuss an event she thought of, I didn’t feel like I was freefalling like I normally did.
After she left, I forwarded the results to Prez, along with the password to access the secure portal in case he needed it. Sinking back in my chair, I stared at the email a little while longer. For some reason, even though I’d already known it was true, seeing that email made it all more real for me. Which meant I couldn’t keep sitting around while the clock ran out. I had under two months before that kid showed up. I needed to be ready for it. Starting with moving out of the clubhouse.
Picking up my phone, I dialed Wraith first. We all knew better than to call Mel during the day without warning. She was a busy nurse and every once in a while worked a long shift and spent the next day or so sleeping it off. I didn’t want to wake her.
“Yeah?” Wraith answered gruffly. I hadn’t done anything to earn his ire recently, so I wasn’t sure what the grump was about until I heard a whispered, “Who is it?” in the background. I winced. I wasn’t sure what was worse. Interrupting Mel’s naps or Wraith’s sex life.
Clearing my throat, I forced myself to speak. “It’s me. I was actually hoping to talk to Mel, but I thought I’d call you first to make sure it was safe.”
He grunted, which was a normal response for Wraith and the phone crackled a little as it was passed over.
“Hello?”
At least Mel’s voice sounded happy to hear from me. Then again, she was the sunshine to Wraith’s darkness. The dude needed her to function like a normal human being.
“Hey, Little Sister. I was wondering if you’d put your house up for sale yet.”
“Uh, no, not yet. I’ve been helping Xander with a school project and honestly forgot to get around to it. Why?”
“Think you’d skip the realtor and sell to me directly?”
She went quiet for a moment, but there was a definite smile in her voice when she finally asked, “Getting ready for the baby?”
“Yep. Your neighborhood is decent and you’ve got a yard. Realty in our town sucks. I’d rather not have to shop around if I don’t have to.”
She laughed outright. “You’re running out of time to do that anyway. Sure, I’d be happy to do that. I– Hey!”
Wraith must have snatched the phone out of her hand because his voice took over the line. “You can work that shit out with me. Mel’s got enough on her plate right now and she keeps trying to take on more with this shit going on at the clubhouse. She’s overworking herself.”
“I am not!” she protested. I knew better than to believe her. Our Mel was as bad as her brother. Workaholics, the both of them.
“Sounds good, brother. I’ll let you get back to your canoodling,” I teased.
“Good,” he growled and hung up with Mel still protesting in the background. I chuckled to myself, putting my phone on thedesk and pulling up my banking website. If I moved some things around, I might be able to pay cash and make the whole thing painless.
I paused, considering. Was it wrong to buy a place without running it by Sierra first? We only had plans for a date for now, but she was the baby’s mother. Was it better to have her look at the place first? Maybe I could ask Butch his opinion.
19
Sierra
It felt a little awkward borrowing Vegas’s clothes. I could’ve avoided this if I had just accepted his offer to bring me home to change, but I didn’t want to waste several hours of his day driving me around. He had plenty to do here and probably more with the crew when he got home. But the worry in his voice when he practically begged me to let him help had me wavering, and then he had to be all sweet and stroke my face like I was something precious. I didn’t stand a chance against that kind of pull.
Which meant here I was, standing in the bathroom down the hall from the breakroom, staring at my reflection in a college sweater stretched over my baby belly and the most comfortable sweats known to man. He also had gym shorts in there, but my teeth were chattering, so I bypassed those for the sweats.
My hair was still drenched, despite me wringing it out over the sink, so I finger combed it and braided it over one shoulder so I looked a little less like a drowned rat like Charlotte so helpfully described me as. My flats were still soaked, but there was nothing I could do about that. I drew in a breath, bolsteringmyself for a day of looking completely unprofessional, only to drag in the heavy scent of Vegas’s cologne. I pulled the sweater up, took a big whiff, and let out a dreamy sigh. Even his gym clothes smelled good.
The door to the bathroom opened, and I dropped my hands, hurrying to gather my wet clothes. The woman who walked in, one of the hotel staff, didn’t notice me being a creeper sniffing the boss’s clothes, so I considered myself lucky and hightailed it out of there and back to the breakroom. I hung my clothes in my locker, hoping they’d dry by the time the day was over.
Vegas’s door was shut when I passed by, so I assumed he’d finally gone back to his office. I was about to head for the laundry room, since that was where Charlotte wanted me, when my phone rang.
“Hello?”
