Page 2 of Wolf's Son
“Gotta head to the hospital,” I tell him, shaking my head, still not thinking it to be what it is.
“What’s going on?” Cyprus demands, brows creasing.
“Just got a call that I’ve got a son, and he was born four hours ago,” I state and start past him.
“The fuck?” Cyprus growls, letting Noelle go and taking her hand. “You didn’t tell us you knocked someone up.”
“I didn’t know either until five minutes ago,” I call out over my shoulder as I keep going.
“We’ll come with you.” And that’s what makes him a damn good friend and leader.
He and Viper both. With Viper as Prez and Cyprus as our VP, they don’t play games, and they’ve always got our backs.
I don’t bother protesting because, honestly, the only thought I have is getting to the hospital. I don’t know for sure this kid is mine, but he damn well could be, and he’s now without a mother. The kid’ll need me, and it fucks with my head now. However, I won’t let the boy down. Not like his mother has. Four hours old, and already he’s had one fuck of a life. No kid should have that. I’ll do what I’ve got to, to make sure his life isn’t fucked up further.
“Are you Mr. Adams?” a pretty little brunette nurse asks, eyes darting behind me then back again.
“Yeah, where’s my son?” I demand.
The whole way to the hospital, I’ve had my head spinning, trying to come to terms with the fact I’vegot a son. A large part of me wants to deny this shit. Claim it all as some sick game. Another part of me, deep down in my gut, tells me this kid is mine, and I haven’t even seen him yet.
The nurse stands from behind the desk, presses a button, and motions me toward a set of double doors. “If you come through the doorway, I’ll escort you back.”
Nodding, I glance at both Viper and Cyprus before following. Both men follow without a word. I have to slow my pace for the nurse, but within seconds, she stops at a door, knocks quietly, and opens it. Inside, stands the lawyer that I was told would meet me here.
“Mr. Adams?” the suit asks.
“Yeah, that’s me. You the lawyer that’s got papers for me to sign?”
“Yes, sir.” He nods. “I’m Lewis McAlister. I’ll be filing all the paperwork for you, and you won’t have any issues regarding my client’s daughter.” Lewis pulls out the file from his briefcase and turns to the nurse. “Please bring Mr. Adam’s son for him.”
The nurse quickly leaves the room while Lewis explains more about the papers and turns them for me to read for myself. “The hospital will be allowing you to use this room to stay in while your son is here.”
A few moments go by while I finish going over the paperwork and sign my name. I want this done, him gone, and to meet my son.
When the door finally opens, the nurse comes back in pushing a cart that holds a clear cradle looking thing containing my son inside it.
“Our business is concluded,” Lewis says and holds out a business card for me. “If you have any more questions, please feel free to reach out.”
“Thanks.” I take the card, not paying attention to him. My focus is on the swaddled little boy lying in the cradle.
The nurse gives me a few instructions and places a wristband on my wrist that matches my son’s. Finally, she lifts the baby and places him in my arms before leaving.
Staring down at the baby, I know instantly, without a doubt, he’s mine. I’d have claimed him anyway, but even with him sleeping peacefully in my arms, I know he could be no one else’s.I’ll do what I’ve got to always see him protected, and he never feels the effects of the stupidity of me knocking up a woman like his mother. He’ll have a home and family filled with those who will always watch out for him.
CHAPTER 1
JACQUELINE
Present Day . . .
“Big Brother, I need you to calm down and just chill.” Holding the phone to my ear, I stare out the window of my living room, watching as men and women move boxes from the trucks into the house next door.
“You missed yet another dinner you were required to be at,” my brother points out.
Sighing, I drop the curtain back in place, not that I moved it much. It was already partially open. Plus, it was sheer white. Returning my attention to Izaiah, I curl myself into my oversized chair. I’d fallenin love with it when I saw it in the store, and it’s the main one I sit in whenever I curl up in my living room.
“Izaiah, I love you, but you know I hate those stuffy dinners. They bore me to death. I wish you would stop asking me to go to them.” I much preferred the quiet life. One where I don’t have to deal with other people. Okay, it’s not that I mind other people, but it’s the rich hoity-toity snobs that seem to gravitate to my brother.
