Page 37 of Biker's Baby

I didn’t think it was likely with the way he had been so in love with me and I shattered him, but there was still the chance. Perhaps he would find someone who wasn’t as scared of living as I had been when I was younger. It hadn’t even been a thought at the time, and now, I was curious to know what the reason was for his secrecy.

Not that I thought he had some other woman in his life, but I wondered the kind of life he lived if he wasn’t able to tell anyone about the things that went on inside his own home. It was clear to me that it was more than the fact that he wanted to maintain his own privacy.

He didn’t want the MC to know about me, and that’s all he said.

But he was adamant about the fact, too.

I shoved the thought out of my mind as I continued to watch my son play. I knew deep down I ought to be relieved that he wasn’t exposed to the kind of life he would have if he was in the MC. Being on the outside, like me, he was a lot safer.

I knew that, and I wanted to keep him safe no matter what. That could be reason in itself not to tell Abe that he was Tristan’s father. Then again, I owed it to him to let him know the truth. Or did I?

With so many things going through my mind, it was difficult for me to think about the things that I really ought to be worried about – such as where I would live. I had to come up with those answers soon. I knew that. I had no idea how long Abe’s patience with me being in his space would last, and I knew the sooner I was out on my own, the better.

But, when it was finally time for us to head back to Holbrook, Abe surprised me by pulling into a small family diner at the side of the road.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“I thought you might like something to eat. We’ve been on the road for a while, and after the park, you might be hungry,” he said.

“I am.” I smiled. “But I figured you’d want to wait until we got home,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because I thought I was supposed to stay undercover,” I told him. “We’re closer to Holbrook now. Who knows who might see me?”

“I’m not worried about that here,” he said.

I wanted to ask if he was worried about the MC or my ex, but I didn’t. Instead, I let the waitress lead the three of us to a booth near the back of the restaurant, then bring me a highchair to put Tris in so my lap could be free.

We ordered burgers and fries, and I ordered spaghetti for Abe.

We added milkshakes and soon enough were enjoying the meal as a small family.

It was still strange to me to think that there was a time when this could have been my life. Abe had asked me to stay, and I told him that I didn’t want to. Now, I wondered what it would have been like if this was the normal for us.

It was hard for me to accept that I’d turned it down. After going through some of the things that I’d gone through in the past couple years, I almost wished for another chance. But after breaking his heart the way I did, I doubted he would ever ask me again to be with him.

How would he respond when he found out Tristan was his child, and I never said a thing about it? Would he be angry that I didn’t bring it up when I first got to the house? Or, maybe he would be pissed at me for not telling him as soon as I knew I was pregnant.

There were so many ways that could complicate things further, I chose not to think about any of it. I just wanted to enjoy the day. Enjoy the evening.

By the time we got back to the house, the sun was starting to set. I was tired from the day in the car and at the park, but Tristan was happier than I’d seen him in a long time. It didn’t take him long to go to bed after I put him through the bath, and I lingered in the doorway of his bedroom for a moment, watching him sleep.

It was so peaceful seeing him on the futon like that, and my resolve to take care of him no matter what renewed.

But, when I went back to the kitchen to find Abe, I was surprised when he offered me a beer.

“You want to go watch the sunset?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, surprised he wanted to spend more time with me after being around me all day. I wasn’t going to complain about it, that was for sure.

We walked out onto his back porch and though we didn’t say much, we sipped on our beers and watched the changing colors of the sunset.

It was so romantic, I could have kissed Abe right there.

But we both held back.

Sure, I was confident there was a level of sexual tension that existed between us even now, and I did have to control myself whenever he walked in the door with his tight jeans or tight t-shirt.

Still, we weren’t in a relationship, and I knew I couldn’t push it.

I could just enjoy the night we were having together – a night where we both could enjoy each other’s company as we watched the sun go down.

It was a good day, and I hadn’t felt this peaceful in a long time.

Tomorrow could bring what it did. I was happy with right now.

After all, right now was all that mattered.

Right now was all we had.

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