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I nod again; he’s catching on. “I’m having twins.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “But the adoption is supposed to be closed. These kids will have the same birthdays, go to school together, live by one another, and grow up together.” He rubs one hand over his head, yanking a bit at the long rope of hair falling down his back. After building this house, he reminds me more and more of a Nordic god. “How can we keep this from the two of them? It’s one thing to have a kid a year or two apart and raise them as family members, but how do we separate twins, especially if they end up being identical? If they end up being fraternal twins, I would still feel like a colossal fuck for not telling the kids that they’re siblings.”
“I know. That’s what I’ve been struggling with this past week ever since the doctor told me I was pregnant with twins. That and the part of having to tell you all about it, of course.”
“Twins,” he repeats and pulls me in for a bear hug. “I’m going to be a father, like a real father where we keep the kid,” he mutters excitedly, and I burst out in giggles.
“You’re going to be a wonderful father.”
“I promise you; I damn sure will give it my best.”
“I know you will.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I thought I wasn’t ready for my own child, but I’m really happy. I think a big part of that has to do with you being our baby’s father.”
“I’m going to add on another room,” he proclaims, bringing me back to the moment. We’re standing in our new house.Ournew house that he’s built from the ground up for us.
“Why are you adding another room?” I pull free to look around. I’ve never had a place to call my own and Odin has made sure we have our own home.
“Because babe, what if you go back to the doc and next he tells us there’s a third baby in there.” He’s so serious as he points to my stomach that I can’t help but laugh harder. I do that a lot. Another thing I didn’t experience much growing up was laughter.
“If there’s a third kid in there I’ll help you build,” I promise as we begin to take our first official tour.
“We can finish looking around in a minute,” he murmurs once we’ve gotten to the kitchen and I’ve taken every counter surface in. “I want to do something first.”
“Okay,” I agree, not sure if we’re pausing to christen these counters in already. I know he has a hefty sex drive, and I am sure he’ll take me many times in each room. The man has an appetite for my body that’s never wavered.
He takes me off guard as he drops to his knees before me. Lifting my shirt, he presses his lips to my stomach. “I needed to say hello to my sons before we went any farther. They’ve gotta know that they’re both important to me, even if only one call’s me dad. I need them to know that I love them both.”
And I’m crying yet again. I’ll blame it on the hormones, but in reality, I know it’s because I love this man with every breath I take, and I always will.
Odin has offered me his patch, his home, and his child. Now it’s my turn to worship him and fill this house with the scents of fresh-baked goodness and laughter from his children. I don’t care if it takes the rest of my life to do so, the biker will know exactly how much I love him and how thankful I am for everything he does.
Odin’s not the man who brings flowers or whispers sweet nothings in my ear on the regular like you read about in books or see when you watch movies. He’s nothing like that at all; he’s better. He’s the type of man who’ll carry me if I’m hurt or get his hands dirty helping me work. He’s the type who’ll give me a roof over my head, believe in me, and be a good father.
A man who’ll love me day in and day out, flaws and all... and who does so much more than a bouquet of flowersever will.
