Chapter Three

 

Damien

Fuck. I still haven’t gotten the information from Tech yet. I was sitting at the bar inside the clubhouse waiting for him to get me everything he could on her. My phone suddenly rings, and it’s the woman carrying MY baby on the other end. She must have threatened them again to get my number this fast. That thought brings a smile to my face.

She has a sweet voice. It sounds innocent. Fuck, just what I needed-  an innocent woman in my life. I’m a biker, and this isn’t a place for sweet and innocent. Fuck, I’m selfish though. I already know that I’m not going anywhere- my child is going to fucking know me. I was not going to end up a useless fuck like my dad. I just hoped that she wasn’t a bitch. I didn’t need anyone nagging me, or bitching to me about club pussy.

I don’t care if she’s carrying my baby, there’s no way that I would give up all the pussy I want for her. I don’t trust bitches, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to start now.

“Yeah, I know who you are. We should talk about this shit face to face,” I tell her bluntly.

“I agree. We should meet somewhere public since I don’t know you,” she tells me honestly. I can’t help but smile at how smart she’s being. I would have been pissed if she told me to head to her place since for all she knew she could have been having anyone’s baby.

“Alright, you know the diner, Hole In The Wall, that’s on the east side of town?” I ask her.

“Yeah,” she says in a small voice.

“See you there in thirty minutes.” I hang up the phone without waiting for an answer. Fuck, I don’t ever remember being nervous, but I am fucking sure that’s what I am feeling right now.

I know that she didn’t plan on a biker being in her life, but whether she likes it or not, I am a part of her life now.

 

Ella

I can do this. I keep telling myself that. I’m sitting in my car in the parking lot of The Hole In The Wall, and I’m shaking. It’s not every day that a woman gets to meet the father of her baby who she has never slept with, right?

What if he doesn’t like me, and tries to take the baby away once it’s born? What if he wants to be a part of the baby’s life, and then he turns out to be an asshole? Then I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life. Shit, I really want to curse the clinic for doing this to me. How hard was it to grab the right container? Why did they have sperm that wasn’t supposed to be donated right beside the donated sperm?

Ugh, just get this over with. You won’t know what kind of man he is or if he even wants to be involved, if you don’t go inside.

I can barely walk. I don’t ever remember being this nervous before. I’m probably not what he’s expecting. I’m five-foot-six with black hair and light brown eyes. I’m on the curvier side since I am a size sixteen. I have hips that make it so that I have an ass. It’s not huge, but it works for me. I also have decent size breasts. I do have a belly which I was always self-conscious about, but I learned over the years to deal with it. I tried hard to love myself for who I am. I know that I’m never going to be a skinny woman, and I’m okay with that. It took a lot for me to get this far, so I just hope that he’s not some shallow prick.

I just hope that he isn’t too disappointed when he finds out that I’m not some skinny super model type, if that’s what he was expecting. Oh well, he will just live with it. I’m not changing. If anything, I am going to get bigger growing his baby.

I haven’t noticed any changes resulting from my pregnancy yet. I’ve only had some nausea, and I’m tired all the time. I’m sure that will change soon enough. I’ve read so many books about pregnancy, so I know what I’m going to be dealing with. I know that not every woman goes through the same thing, but I wonder everyday what I am going to be going through. Am I going to be one of those women who loves pregnancy, or will I hate it?

 

Damien

I’m sitting in the diner impatiently waiting. I can’t take my eyes off the door. I know that she will be here any minute. I don’t know what to expect. The woman who walked through the door looking nervous as fuck wasn’t what I was expecting.

She was curvy as fuck, and had long black hair. I couldn’t see her eyes because she was wearing sunglasses. She was wearing tight jeans, and a top that went off one shoulder.

I fucked a lot of woman of all shapes and sizes, but nothing gets me harder than curvy fucking women. The club whores are skinny as fuck, and they think it’s sexy when we can see their ribs, but that just doesn’t do it for me. I want soft curves on a woman, and a nice set of breasts to squeeze and watch bounce as I’m pounding into her. Also, I like a nice fucking ass that I can grab onto when I’m fucking her from behind. Shit, I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. I need to concentrate on waiting for the woman who’s carrying my baby. Fuck, that’s weird to think about. I’m about to meet a woman whom I haven’t fucked, yet she’s carrying my baby.

I can’t tear my eyes off the woman in front of me. When I see her looking around obviously nervous, my head suddenly clears. Fuck. She looks at me and our eyes lock, and I realize who she is. She’s the fucking woman carrying my baby. She takes hesitant steps towards me looking around nervously.

It’s not until she stops in front of me that I realize I was still staring at her.

“Hi. Are you Damien?” she asks licking her lips and, fuck me, if my eyes don’t follow her tongue.

All I can do is nod. This woman already has me fucking speechless. She blows out a relieved breath, and takes a seat across from me.

“Well, I’m Ella, but you probably already figured that out.” She gives a nervous laugh.

“How far along are you?” I ask, as I might as well get to the point. No need to beat around the bush.

“I’m about fourteen weeks along,” she says, and then bites on her lower lip. I can feel my cock getting hard in my jeans. Fuck, the last thing I need is to want to fuck this woman. She’s going to be in my life for a long fucking time, and I don’t need to mess it up by fucking her.

Just when I’m about to speak, she holds out her hand to stop me and then blows out a breath that seems to give her courage to say whatever she needs to. I will listen to what she has to say, and then I’m going to let her know that there’s no way that I’m not going to be in my child’s life.

“Before you say anything, I just need to get this out. I’m sorry that the clinic messed up, and I never intended to meet the sperm donor. After a lot of threats of a lawsuit, I was able to find out that you weren’t even a donor. That being said, I’m not going to take a man’s chance away from being a father. If you want to be in your child’s life, then I’m not going to stop you. If you want to be a parent then that’s great, and we can learn to work together since we will be in each other’s lives for a long time. I’m not going to be the woman who takes your kid away from you if you want to know them.”

I stare at her, but make sure to hide my shock. Fuck, she’s not even going to fight me on seeing my kid. She probably didn’t expect a biker being part of her life.

“What about your husband? I’m assuming that you weren’t going to do this alone. Will he have a problem with it?”

She clears her throat, and looks at me. I see tears forming in her eyes. Fuck, I hope that she’s not married to a dick.

“No… uhhh… my husband died the day I found out that the insemination worked.” She looks away quickly, and wipes away a couple of tears that are falling down her cheeks.

Fuck. This woman must be overwhelmed as fuck. She’s mourning the loss of her husband and, judging by those tears, she loved the fuck out of him. Then she finds out that she has to welcome another man into her life that she didn’t plan on being there, but she’s sitting here in front of me doing the right thing because the clinic made a mistake. I was right after the phone call that this woman is way too fucking sweet for me and my life, but I’m a selfish prick and I can’t live without knowing my child now that I know that I’m having one.

“Any family?” This is something that I’d like to know since she doesn’t seem like the type to hang out with bikers, but she will have to get used to it.

“My mom died when I was ten, and I never knew my father,” she tells me honestly. I like how she answers each question honestly. That lets me know that she has nothing to hide. I won’t need to try and pry answers out of her, or have to find them out for myself.

“Well, I want to be in the baby’s life. I can’t have a kid out there that I know about without being involved in his or her life. That’s not who I am. So, we will have to make this work. We can get to know each other and shit. I will be coming to the doctor’s appointments from now on. The question is, why doesn’t it seem to bother you that I am a biker? I’m with the Vicious Snakes MC, and I’m sure you never thought the father of your baby would be part of an MC.” She looks down at her hands, and I watch her closely. When she looks up at me, she has a distant look in her eyes.

“Honestly?” she asks me while licking her lips, and taking a shallow breath.

“Yeah, always be honest. I don’t stand for bullshit,” I say with a nod.

“Well, it’s who you are, and I can’t walk away just because I have never been around bikers before. I’m giving you a chance, and I’m not going to judge you or your lifestyle since I don’t know you. I will make my own opinion of you when I get to know you more.”

We spend the next hour talking, and we eventually order food. I’m glad to see that she has a good appetite, especially since she’s carrying my baby. There is nothing that I hate more than a woman who can’t fucking eat. If I’m paying for a meal, you better be fucking eating it.

I find out that she’s a massage therapist and she loves her job, but she has taken a few months off since her husband’s death and doesn’t know when she will be returning to work. When I asked her what she was doing for money when she wasn’t working, she told me that her husband had a good life insurance policy, and she didn’t have to worry. He had made sure that she was taken care of in case anything happened. Thank fuck for that, not that I wouldn’t help her now that I know about the baby, but it’s good to know that she had a man smart enough to take care of her in life and in death.

I tell her about the club, and that I’m Vice President of the club. She genuinely seems interested in what I have to say about the club. The only girls that really are interested just want to fuck a biker. Usually, I’m all for that, but I can tell that she just wants to know about me instead of how long it will take for her to fuck a biker.

Once we are done getting to know general information about each other, she tells me that she has to go, and that she will tell me when her next appointment is. I tell her that we have to get to know each other more, and to expect a call.

I don’t know how all of this is going to work. She doesn’t seem to be put off by the fact that I am a biker which is a plus, but there’s a look in her eyes that tells me there’s more to her story than what she has told me. I am going to find out. This woman intrigues me like no other, and I have to know more about her.