“Any aunts or uncles?”
“None that are blood related. But my club guys are like brothers, so the kid will have plenty of uncles.”
“Do you have any interest in Elle beyond as an incubator?”
“I feel like any answer I give will inspire you to talk about your bat.”
Ford narrowed his eyes and smirked. “Do you think I can’t beat you without the bat?”
“No, I don’tthinkthat. Iknowyou can’t beat me without it. You know it, too. That’s why you pulled it out halfway through our fight.”
“Well, I don’t feel an ounce of shame over using a bat to win. You’re younger than I am, and I don’t like to lose.”
Grinning at his honesty, I shrugged. “I’m still not answering your incubator question.”
“Fair enough, but I think you two would make solid friends with benefits.”
“What?” I asked, wondering if I understood him right.
“Elle doesn’t need a husband, but it wouldn’t hurt her to get laid occasionally. Might keep her from agreeing to a drunken quickie with a strange man.”
“No one needs a husband.”
“Bullshit. I know plenty of women desperate for commitment. Elle isn’t one of them. She likes her life the way it is. Nothing needs to change.”
“She’s having my baby.”
“We’ll stick the kid in the basement with Elle and Sutter. It’ll be fine,” Ford said, glancing back at where Lula, Exile, Nova, and two tiny troublemakers entered the house. “But there’s no space for a man down there.”
Of course, I had no intention of marrying Elle and moving into the Ford Reed’s fucking basement. However, I was a little offended by how he wasn’t concerned about me staking a claim on his daughter.
Before I could poke at the silver-haired biker, Nova walked over to me with her girls, Skylar and Lyric.
“You’re having a son,” Nova said, wearing that fake happy expression she whipped out whenever talking to the club wives.
“You forgot to congratulate me and say the boy is lucky to have such a great dad.”
Nova’s face remained frozen on the happy expression. I held her gaze, waiting for her to break. Maybe sensing his sister could outlast me, Exile interrupted our staring contest.
“Here, man, have an Eddie Murphy face,” he said and shoved a little piece of paper in my shirt’s front pocket.
“Your uncle is having a baby,” Exile told his nieces.
Messy-haired Skylar instantly stared at my stomach. Lyric reached up for Exile to carry her. Once he obeyed like usual, the kid leaned closer to see my face.
“Where’s your baby?” she demanded.
“Inside Elle.”
“I don’t know who that is.”
“Yes, you do,” Nova said and pointed at Elle in the kitchen.
Hearing her name, Elle smiled and waved.
“Where’s your baby?” Lyric asked Elle.
“Right here,” Elle said and showed off the baby bump she seemed to think was big enough for everyone to notice. “I’m naming my baby boy Wilbur.”
