I snap out of my stupor and step over to Maze.
“Come on. Let’s get her inside, in the warm.”
His eyes are narrowed as he keeps looking at the retreating car, then he looks down at the bundle in his arms and finally he brings his gaze to me. His nostrils flare a few times before he sucks in a deep breath and nods his head. With my arm on hisback I guide him into the building where the girls are already waiting for us and information on what happened.
“How the hell did this happen?” Dyson demands dropping in a chair and pulling Jamie into his lap.
“Handsome, if you don’t know how babies we are made, then we have been doing something wrong.” she tells him, stroking his short beard.
I have always wondering what it would feel like to have a man beard rubbing against my skin in the right places, Maze has a stubble, not a beard. Shit where did that last part come from?
My feelings for him don’t matter anyway, he doesn’t want what I want. He wants to fuck his way through life. I want a man that loves me with his whole heart, I want a family, a few pets maybe. The date I was on tonight looked promising until his sister phoned saying that his ex-girlfriend has turned up at her house looking for him, damn I have never seen a man move so fast in my life.
That’s why I was late, he left me at the restaurant after picking me up, so I had to get a taxi home and get my car before coming here, but I wasn’t ready to let this lot know that my date run out on me so I lied and said it overrun. I also didn’t miss the way Maze’s body responded to that.
“I know how babies are made, I am talking about Maze fucking up and getting a chick pregnant when he doesn’t like kids.”
“I like kids enough, fuck face.” Maze snaps back at Dyson. “I always glove up for fucks sake, but we were drunk off our arses that weekend, so it is possible that I didn’t a time or two. Fuck I don’t know.” He sounds panicky all of a sudden.
“So, you do remember her?” Ace ask and Maze nods.
He is standing in the middle of the room, me close to his side but when I go to step away because this doesn’t involve me, he cuts his gaze to me and gives me a pleading look, like he is begging me to stay close. With a slight nod I step back to his side.
It sucks that this is happening to him, to a man that never planned on settling down but now he has to step up and be a father. Be a man that this little girl deserves, but I know that he has plenty of good role models as I look around the room as his club brothers, who are watching his every move, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
“Umm, Maze. These were in her bag.” Sabrina says breaking my thoughts. She holds two pieces of paper.
“What are they?” I ask.
“Her birth certificate and a letter to Maze.”
“Can you read it out, please, sweetheart,” he asks her, his voice taking on a quieter tone. With a nod she reads.
“Dear Maze. Being with you was such an amazing weekend, one that I will always carry with me, in life and now in death. You see that weekend was my final goodbye to the world before things got worse in my life. I was dying when we met. I wanted one last carefree time for me and only me. No doctors or family members breathing down my neck. So, I thank you for that. I also thank you for our daughter. She is a true angel. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew that I had to stop any treatment I was receiving, and I needed to give her a chance of a life. Anyway, since she is with you now you, you have gathered that I didn’t make it. But she was worth it, I got to hold her for a short time before I became too weak. The club will support you; I have heard they are great men with even greater women. All I ask is that you give her the best life a little girl can have and find her a perfect mummy to do girly things with her. You need a brilliant woman in your life, Ash because you deserve it. Take care of our baby girl and live life. Sincerely Carrie-Ann.”
By the time Sabrina has finished, every woman in the room is crying, Jamie included. You can hear a pin drop until Maze speaks.
“Well fuck me with a twisted wreath,”
Chapter three
Maze
Iam sitting in my room at the clubhouse, my elbows resting on my knees, my head buried in my hands, a fast difference from when I was in this position this morning. Then I had a slutty brunette in my bed, now I have a cute brunette in my bed. I twist my head around to look at her looking as snug as a bug in a rug, against the pillows. Zarah made sure that the baby couldn’t move, in knowing she is too young to roll or anything yet.
The baby girl is only 17 days old. I can’t keep calling her baby for fucks sake, she has a name. Faith Maisley. Carrie-Ann gave her my last name.
The baby gurgles but doesn’t wake up thank fuck. I have no clue what I am doing. Small babies are better to handle but as soon as they get big enough to start moving and talking, they freak me out. The club kids are weird at the best of time, don’t get me wrong they are great kids, and make me laugh a lot.mainly the boys who I know will cause so much shit when they are older, but I never wanted kids of my own.
But seeing Faith laid in my bed, all cute and knowing that she is mine, and mine alone to take care off, makes me rethink a few things.
She is a beautiful baby, dark hair, a pert little nose. She is small but Sabrina told me she is in good health, but I still need to take her to the hospital to get her checked out. Along with the letter and birth certificate, was a copy of Carrie-Ann’s death certificate.
A knock comes on the door and I call out for the person to come in but the way my body starts to tingle I know who is about to step inside.
“Hey. You doing okay?” Zarah asks as she leans against the table, I use as a workstation.
I shrug. “As good as can be I guess.” I take in a deep breath and look up at her. Fuck me she is beautiful. Long, dark chocolate hair, big brown eyes and lips that are made for smiling or sucking dick.
