Page 85 of Biker's Baby

We were both out of breath and covered in sweat, but the house was silent. We hadn’t woken Tris, and I wasn’t at all ready for this to be over.

Abe rolled off me and smiled, holding me close to him.

“Do you have anywhere to be?” he asked.

“Nope,” I said. “I just wanted to be here with you for as long as we could.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” he told me.

I wasn’t sure how long we laid there, but it felt like it was over way too soon. I heard Tristan starting to cry in his bedroom, and I started to get up.

“Don’t,” Abe said. “You wait here. I’ll go get him.”

“You sure?” I asked.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

He climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of his shorts, and while he was gone, I pulled on a shirt and my shorts, too. I got back into bed and waited for Abe to return with Tristan in his arms. My man carrying our son. It was surreal to think that was what was really happening right now.

It had been something I’d dreamt of for as long as I could remember, and now it was reality. I wasn’t just with a man who had accepted the fact that I had a son, but I was with a man who was the father of my child. This man would do anything for this boy. Would do anything for me.

We were a family now, and I had a feeling since we told each other that we loved each other, it was time for us to start taking the steps to making our family something everyone would recognize.

I wasn’t going to push for a wedding ring, but I knew when Abe was ready to ask me, I was ready to say yes. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and I knew he was more than happy to spend the rest of his life with me, too.

There was no denying that we were meant to be together. I believed that from the beginning. He did something to me that just made me feel complete. Something that made me feel good about myself.

I could be myself with him. I didn’t have to change or put up a front. This was the man that I could just be free with.

He didn’t put a chain on me. He didn’t hold me back. He never tried to control me or tell me what to do. And I wanted to do the same with him. I never wanted him to feel like he didn’t have his freedom. I wanted me to be his freedom.

And, as he came back into the bedroom with our boy in his arms, I smiled.

They both got back in bed with me, and we all spent some time together. It was magical, and I knew I would miss this as Tris grew. But for now, I could enjoy the time that we had together.

There was no resentment from Abe that I’d not told him about Tris sooner, and I wasn’t going to worry about what the future held, either. This was our life now, and I had learned to enjoy the moment for what it was.

I was happier than I had ever been, and happier than I thought I could ever be.

This man was the love of my life, and our child proved it.

And for the first time I could ever remember, I didn’t dread the future.

In fact, I was looking forward to it.

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