Page 70 of Eight Bikers' Heir

I just had no idea that things would lead to this point where I was in love and terrified that I’d just lost her and possibly my son.

My throat tightened as the doctor stepped into one of the hospital rooms, moving to the side so that we could approach. I stepped past the curtain and released a sharp exhale when I saw Aisling in bed, looking exhausted and a bit pale, with a baby boy swaddled in her arms.

“Aisling…” I murmured, feeling able to properly breathe again as I moved to her side.

The others piled in, surrounding her bed with looks of awe and relief as we checked her over.

“Are you okay?” Bradley asked from the other side, reaching out to gently brush her damp hair back from her face.

Aisling smiled and nodded.

“Feels like I just ran a marathon and then got hit by a truck at the finish line, but I made it,” she laughed weakly before looking down at the small baby in her arms. “Isn’t he perfect?”

“He is,” Chris said as he caressed her feet through the hospital sheets. “And you are too. You did amazing.”

“We were worried about you,” Claude told her as he squeezed her knee. “They couldn’t tell us much.”

Aisling looked around at us as she listened.

“I was scared too, especially when they said he was breeched,” she said. “I told them to do whatever they could to deliver him safely. All I cared about was making sure he was okay.”

She was as brave as ever. I admired her endlessly, and she looked so beautiful and strong right now with our son in her arms. Damn it, I loved this woman so much.

“Can I hold him?” I asked her, not wanting to take him away from her too soon. She went through so much to get him here.

Aisling flashed me a playfully pointed look.

“He’s your son. All of yours,” she reminded me before gently handing him to me.

My eyes widened as I realized just how small he was. He barely weighed a thing. I held him against my chest, automatically rocking a little as I gazed down at his peaceful face and button nose. He got Aisling’s nose. Thank goodness.

“He’s… perfect,” I murmured, unable to take my eyes off him. He was the reason for so many great things that happened during the last nine months. Now, we got to look forward to so many more years of good memories.

Aisling reached out and rubbed my arm.

“Now, you can’t be grumpy,” she warned me, shooting me a playful smile. “I mean, come on. Who can be grumpy in front of that little face?”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“No one,” I replied, happiness radiating throughout my chest like warm waves. I didn’t want to let him go, but I handed him to Auden so that everyone could have a turn to hold our son.

“What’s his name? We didn’t ever decide on one,” Lincoln asked once it was his turn. He glanced between everyone with a sheepish smile on his face, gently rocking our son.

“I actually had an idea. Well, I don’t know if it’s any good since I was still reeling from the high of a very strong anaesthetic, but maybe it’s fitting,” Aisling spoke up, coaxing chuckles from us. “What about Adder? He’ll be the future leader of the Iron Serpents.”

I could only stare at her in awe. That was perfect.

“Have any of us told you that you’re amazing?” I asked her.

Aisling feigned a thoughtful look.

“I don’t think so,” she said before laughing. “Do you guys like that?”

“It’s perfect,” Claude told her once Lincoln handed Adder over to him.

Aisling reached out and took my hand as I came closer to her side.

“Then, his name is Adder, heir to the Iron Serpents,” she murmured.

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