Page 48 of Rage’s Rose

She grabs the baby and once she is out the door I pull out my phone. Dialing the number I am looking for I am surprised when he answers on the second ring.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, I know you’re with Ruby right now. How is she doing?”

“Still unconscious. No change.”

“I’m sorry brother, she’s going to pull through.”

“Yeah, well after I get answers from that bitch who shot her and killed our baby, I’m going to put a bullet in her head and any fucker who helped her pull this off on our property.”

“We will help you find answers, brother.”

“I hear you’re in the hospital as well. So why the phone call? Shouldn’t you be bonding with your new baby? Boy or girl?”

“It’s a boy. I still need to talk to Rose about his name. I am wondering if you can get me the contact information for Shepherd?”

“Why do you need the information for Shepherd?”

“I need some information and contact with his people in Ashford.”

“ You going to give me more information or are we just going to leave it at that?”

“Terror, you have enough shit to worry about right now. I will let you know more when I know more.”

“Fine, I’ll send it over, but I’m going to have to give him a heads up that you are getting in touch.”

“I’ll text Bulldog and let him know. He’s friends with Shepherd. You’ve got to focus on your family, brother.”

“Thanks.”

After we hang up I message Bulldog and ask him to give Shepherd the heads up that I’m going to be getting in touch with him later today. I want to do it right now, but I know that the president deserves a little bit of respect. So I will wait until I get the contact information and head over to Rose’s room.

“Knock knock.”

I peak my head in and the image in front of me makes my heart pound in my chest. Rose holding our baby is probably the best image I have ever seen in my life. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pick it up seeing a message from Abby. When I open it, it's the image that I walked into. Rose holding our son and looking down at him. I quickly saved the image and walked towards the bed.

“I figured we had some things we had to talk about. So I thought we could take this time and then everything after that can be worked out through lawyers.”

“I don’t want to work shit out with lawyers, Rose. I want to work shit out with you.”

“Yeah, well that time has passed. Anyway, I thought you’d want to know his name.”

“Yes, I would love to know what his name is, so that I am not just calling him boy for the rest of his life.”

“Well you could’ve been a part of this if you weren’t such a fucking prick.”

“Okay, I know, I’m sorry. What did you decide to name our boy?”

“I named him Reid, Reid Beau Matthews.”

“You’re giving him my name?”

“Well you are his father. So I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“Well, I love it. I didn’t get a chance to take some pictures of him to show his brother, do you think that I can do that?”

“I guess. Can’t really deny you photos especially if they are for an innocent boy.”