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“Don’t know if I’m going to be here,” I tell him, glancing back up at the cabin as my pain pulses through my chest. Jesus, can I really walk away from her?

“Whoa, what the hell is going on, dude?”

I shake my head and pull out onto the street. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, stop by the clubhouse. I’m here with Streak, Moose, and Storm.”

I consider refusing for a second but out of my options, going to the clubhouse is the best one. Besides, they probably need to know the information I found out today if they’re going to keep her safe. Whether I’m in her life or not.

“Yeah, okay. I’m on my way.”

We hang up and I turn around to head to the clubhouse as I try to decide what the hell I’m going to do with all this shit.

Do I really want to leave her?

No.

But goddamn, the guilt I feel over everything I’ve put her through is so fucking overwhelming that it’s hard to even breathe right now. I’m sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, I imagine her moving on and being happy with someone else as my chest burns and my stomach clenches. Her accusation about how I hurt her pops into my mind and I wonder, if I asked her, what she’d want me to do.

Would she truly forgive me or tell me to get fucking lost?

I wouldn’t blame her if she did.

I pull into the clubhouse parking lot and whip into an open space. It’s damn near midnight but there are still a few bikes and trucks around. After parking, I climb out of the truck and march inside, still bouncing back and forth between anger and guilt. Smith and Storm are sitting on the couches when I walk in and they’ve both got a kid in their lap.

“Uh… hey,” I say.

“What’s going on?” Smith asks and I sigh as I glance around the room.

“Yeah, it’s a long story but I need to have a chat with Streak and Blaze, they around?”

Storm nods as he stands with his baby girl in his arms. “Yeah, they’re in Blaze’s office. I’ll go grab ‘em and we can sit down.”

“Naw, y’all just hang out with your kids. I’m sure they’ll fill you in later.”

Smith shoots me a look. “This about your girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, we’ll come,” he says, standing up. “Besides, Uncle Moose loves hanging out with the babes.”

He points to the two sleeping babies and I force a smile to my face.

“Okay, then.”

“Moose,” Storm calls and as they meet him by the bar to hand their kids off, I retreat into the room and sit in my usual chair. A few minutes go by before they all file in with concerned expressions and questioning glances.

“All right, Henn. Tell us what’s going on,” Blaze says as he sits at the head of the table and I nod, picking at the wood.

“Biche, or most likely one of his guys, showed up at the house today with a present for Kady. It was this gift basket with a balloon that said “It’s a boy!” like you get for someone when they have a kid.”

Blaze nods. “And this is significant how?”

“Kady finally admitted to me that she was pregnant when she was taken.”

All four of them suck in a breath as a feeling of heaviness descends over the room.

“She gave birth to him in late January, almost exactly seven years ago, and Biche took him away to get checked over by a doc. When he came back, he had another doctor with him and told her that the baby didn’t make it.”