Page 54 of Always Yours

There is a tone of praise saying I was definitely a Vicious Snake.

I couldn’t be happier to be one.

I was meant to be part of the Vicious Snakes.

Chapter Twelve

Derek “Razor” “Prez”

Three months later…

Lily is getting bigger and bigger by the day. She’s almost thirty weeks along. I feel joy and sadness as her belly grows.

There still had been no word on Bianca’s whereabouts and I’m feeling hopeless, but I will never give up on looking for her or my child.

I didn’t even know what she was having. Is there a little boy or girl in her belly ready to pop out?

We got the house set up but, every time I walk into the room I prepped for the little baby, my heart breaks a little more.

Will I ever get to have them in this room? See them grow up? Even just fucking knowing who they are would be a blessing now.

That’s where Lily finds me as she waddles into the room. She gives me the same sad knowing smile she always gives me when she finds me in here.

“I found this,” she says before holding up an ultrasound picture of a baby.

“Okay…” I say slowly, not knowing why she’s showing me it.

“This is the baby that Bianca is having. She must have left it in her room. When Nick went to clean it out before moving new club girls in there, he found it. He forgot about it until now, but I figure you at least have a picture of them,” she says with a shrug.

A choked sound escapes me.

“Let’s hang it up in here. Maybe, one day, you can fill this room with them,” she says softly while wrapping her arms around me.

“I’m never going to give up looking for them,” I say as I take the picture in my hands and run a finger along it.

“I know, sweetie. Neither will I,” she says.

“I thought of a name for the baby,” she says when no one speaks for a few minutes.

I look down at her in surprise. We haven’t really had an opportunity to discuss baby names with everything going on.

“What did you decide?” I ask her.

She gets a soft look on her face.

“I was thinking of going with Tyson. After your father.”

My fucking heart melts at her words as tears well in my eyes.

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

She nods her head.

“Yeah, baby. I think it’s only right. He was a great man, and I would be honoured if we named our son after him.”

“Thank you,” I whisper into her hair after I pull her close to me. She wraps her arms around me tightly.

“Are you ready to leave?” she asks me when she pulls away.

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