Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) (23 page)

As we headed toward Trevor’s house, he was unnaturally quiet.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“I’m just thinking about your mother. Do you think she’s angry?”

“That I’m pregnant?”

He nodded.

“She’s happy for us,” I replied. “She told me so in the kitchen, when I helped her with the dishes.”

“Did she? Good.”

I reached over and grabbed his hand. “Thanks for being there tonight.”

“It was my pleasure, Kitten. I had a great evening. I think your mom is actually starting to like me. ”

“I think so, too. Good job on the scarf, by the way.”

Trevor had given her a scarf for Christmas and she’d melted when she saw it. He’d given Jim a bottle of expensive brandy and me a beautiful tanzanite bracelet, one that he’d also purchased from Vanda.

“How did you know about the bracelet?” I asked.

“That you wanted it?”

“Yeah.”

“Your mother, of course.”

“I can’t believe how much you’ve spent on me,” I said. “And all I got you was a new wallet.”

“It’s not about the money. You know that.”

“I know. Thank you… for everything.”

“Of course. You deserve it and more. So, you think Vanda liked the scarf? I had a woman at Macy’s help me pick it out.”

“She loved it. You charmed the hell out of her tonight. Although, the wine probably made you even more charming.”

“You don’t think I’m
naturally
charming?” he joked. “Wait, I have to fart.”

“Don’t you dare!” I cried, laughing. I rolled down the window, not smelling anything yet but not wanting to chance it.

“I’m joking,” he said, also laughing. “Roll it back up. It’s gotta be twenty degrees out there.”

“You are such a shit,” I said.

“You love me, though.”

“Lord help me, I really do.

Three Months Later

“Do you want to know what you’re having?” asked my Gynecologist.

Trevor and I both stared at the monitor in awe. I was having my first ultrasound and the image on the screen brought tears to my eyes. I looked at Trevor and noticed that he was pretty choked up himself. “Do we?”

“If you do, sure why not?” he said, holding my hand.

“I think we should,” I said, excited. “What is it?”

“You’re having a boy,” she replied.

My heart filled with joy. I hadn’t really cared what we were having before, but now that I knew for sure, I couldn’t have been happier.

“A boy?” repeated Trevor, smiling proudly. “Really?”

She nodded. “See, there’s the little boy part.”

“Little? There won’t be anything little about my son,” said Trevor. “You’re going to need a wider screen at the next ultrasound. Mark my words.”

I snorted.

The doctor laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind on our next scan.”

We watched in awe as the baby moved around.

“This is so amazing,” I said, touching the side of my stomach.

“So are you,” said Trevor, bending over to kiss me on the lips. When he pulled away, I could see the tears in his eyes.

I smiled.

“Thank you. You gave me a son,” he said, his voice breaking.

“You’re going to be a wonderful father, Trevor.”

Overcome with emotion, he looked away.

I let out a ragged breath, grateful for what we’d been given. A girl would have been loved just as much, but I knew deep down, he’d been hoping to have a boy, so that he could give his him the kind of life he’d dreamed of growing up. Now he could.

“Have you picked out any names yet?” asked the doctor.

“Samuel,” said Trevor. He looked at me. “After your father.”

I smiled.

Samuel Jordan Larsen was born on the fourth of August, after hours of unprogressive pushing. In the end, I needed an emergency C-section, in which Trevor stood by me the entire time, holding my hand.

“How big did they say he was?” I croaked, my voice hoarse after the ordeal.

“Eight pounds and two ounces,” said Trevor.

“Sheesh. No wonder he wouldn’t come out,” I murmured, closing my eyes. I’d gotten a brief look at the baby before they’d whisked him away to clean him and check his vitals. From what I could tell, he was a beautiful baby, with black hair and a cute button nose.

“Told you my son was going to be big. You didn’t believe me. Bet you’ll never doubt me again.”

“I doubt that,” I teased, opening my eyes back up.

“Think you’re funny, don’t you?” he asked, squeezing my hand.

“Sometimes. You’re an easy target.”

“Mr. Larsen, would you like to give your son his first bath?” asked one of the nurses.

“Sure,” he said, excited. “I’ll be back, Adriana. You’re okay?”

I nodded and closed my eyes, happy that it was finally over. It had been a stressful night and now all I wanted was to rest.

***

My mother and Jim were waiting back in my hospital room when they wheeled me in.

“Do you want to hold your grandson?” asked Trevor, who was carrying Samuel.

“Oh, my… yes,” said Vanda, her eyes full of tears.

He handed her the baby and she smiled down at him. “So, this is Samuel? Aren’t you a beautiful little boy…”

“Little? He was over eight pounds,” boasted Trevor.

“I figured he’d be big after how big you were, these last couple of months, Adriana,” said Vanda. “I almost thought there was a second baby hiding in your stomach.”

“I know. I gained a lot of weight, but I was always hungry,” I said, blushing.  “I just couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t worry, you did a fine job, Adriana,” said Jim, standing next to her.

“She certainly did,” said Trevor, grabbing my hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, but I’m sure it’s because of the drugs,” I replied. Something told me that after they wore off, I’d be hollering for more.

“Jim, give her the envelope,” said my mother, as she rocked the baby in her arms.

Jim reached into his pocket and pulled it out.

“What’s this?” I asked as he handed it to me.

“Open it,” she said.

I opened it up and my jaw dropped. There were two airline tickets to Hawaii inside.

“That’s so that you can elope or use them for your honeymoon,” she said. “If you prefer.”

We hadn’t gotten married yet. I’d decided that I wanted to wait until after the baby was born.

“But we just had a baby. How can we leave him?” I protested.

“Don’t worry, we’ll watch Samuel,” she said, smiling at Jim.

“Who’s going to run the shop while you’re watching Samuel?” I asked.

“I’ve hired a new manager,” she said and smiled. “Tim.”

“Why?” I asked, shocked.

“Remember when I fainted in the shop, last fall?” she said.

I nodded.

“My doctor told me that there was too much stress in my life and that I was working myself ragged. Now, I’m finally going to do something about it.”

“What about your headaches?” I asked. “Was that stress related, too?”

“Yes,” she replied and then looked embarrassed. “It also has to do with aging.”

“Aging? Whatever. You’re not that old,” said Trevor.

“Thank you, I don’t feel that old. Apparently, my body does, though,” she said, chuckling.

“So, you’re fine?” I asked, feeling a little ashamed that I hadn’t even bothered to ask her about the headaches again.

“Fine enough to take Sammy here when you’re on your honeymoon.”

“Thanks, Vanda,” said Trevor. He walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re welcome,” she said, smiling.

“Yeah, thank you, Mom. For everything.”

“You’re welcome.” She handed me Samuel and we both looked down into his face. “And thank you for giving me such a handsome grandson. You, too, Trevor. I can tell already that he’s going to have your features.”

“Thanks Vanda,” he said.

She sat down next to me on the bed. “Being a parent doesn’t always mean that you know what you’re doing, Adriana. You learn as you go along. Even when your kids grow up, you sometimes make decisions that you regret later.” She looked at Trevor. “Or assumptions about people when you shouldn’t.”

He smiled.

There was a knock on the door and Jim went to answer it.

“Hi, I’m Mavis,” said a woman’s voice. “I’m Trevor’s mother.”

Trevor swore under his breath.

“Come on in,” called Vanda.

Mavis walked in. She was a little taller than my mother, but very thin and haggard looking.

I glanced up at Trevor. “Is this okay?” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything but he looked angry.

Mavis walked into the room and gave me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry to barge in on you. I just wanted to see the baby. If that’s okay?”

“Of course,” I replied.

“How did you hear about this?” asked Trevor sternly.

“I called her,” said my mother, smiling innocently.

“How did you get her number?” he asked, turning to look at Vanda.

“I spoke with your club president. Slammer,” she answered. “Who should be arriving shortly, too. With Frannie.”

“You know Frannie?” I asked, surprised.

She nodded. “Yes, she and I went to school together. I didn’t realize it was the same woman whose wedding you attended in Maui. Anyway, they were in the shop last week and Slammer introduced himself. We got to talking and I found out that Slammer knew your mother, Trevor. He gave me Mavis’s number. I hope you’re not angry.”

From the tense look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t very happy about it. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“Oh, he’s beautiful,” said Mavis, her eyes filling with tears. She took a tentative step toward the bed. “And, he looks just like you did when you were born, Trevor.”

“You remember, huh?” he asked, a sneer on his face.

Mavis opened up her purse and took out an old photo. “Here, look,” she said, ignoring his comment.

He took the picture and stared down at it.

“Let me see,” I said, after a few seconds.

Trevor handed it to me, his expression unreadable.

I stared down at the photo and smiled. Our baby did look like his father.  “You had dark hair when you were born, too. Just like Samuel.”

He shrugged.

“Is that his name?” asked Mavis. “Samuel?”

“Yes,” I said, kissing his forehead. “Samuel Jordan Larsen.”

“He’s beautiful,” she said, staring at the baby longingly.

“Would you like to hold him?” asked Vanda.

Before she could answer, Trevor picked up Samuel and held him close to his chest.

“That’s okay,” said Mavis, her lips trembling. “I should probably go. I didn’t want to interfere. I just wanted to see him.”

“You wanted to see him? That’s all?” asked Trevor, his eyes hard.

She nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry. I probably don’t even deserve that much. Anyway, I’ll leave you.”

“You don’t have to leave,” I said, feeling sorry for her. “Really. You can stay.”

“No,” she said, blinking back tears. She looked back at Trevor. “You did well and I know you’re going to be a wonderful father. Just don’t make the same kinds of mistakes that we did.”

“I won’t,” he said firmly.

She nodded and turned away.

“Wait,” said Trevor, walking toward her.

Mavis turned around.

He held Samuel out. “I’m not going to make the same kinds of mistakes, which includes shutting out the people I love. Hold your grandson, Mavis.”

She smiled, the tears streaming down her cheeks as he placed Samuel into her arms. “Oh, my… he’s so beautiful. Hello, there, Samuel,” she cooed, snuggling him against her chest.

Trevor turned around and our eyes locked. His face relaxed into a smile and I returned it.

I love you,
I mouthed.

I love you, too
, he mouthed back.

Just then, the door opened and a nurse walked in, carrying a gift box.

“Who’s that from?” I asked, as she handed it to me.

“A man dropped it off,’ she said. “It’s for Samuel.”

Trevor grabbed the envelope that was attached and opened it up. He read the card and his eyebrows shot up. “It’s from Jordan.”

I ripped the wrapping paper off of the box and we all stared at the little blue T-shirt. There was a picture of a gavel on the front and underneath it read “Don’t Make Me Call My Uncle.”

“Hey, at least he’s acknowledging that he’s an uncle,” I said, smiling. “Maybe we can invite him over for the holidays this year? I bet he’d like that, you know?”

Trevor just laughed.

The End