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"Star?" I choke out, my eyes never leaving my double, my fucking beautiful double.
"Zayne, I'd like you to meet our son, Theodore Matthew Silvers."
Our son.
My son.
I feel like I can't fucking breathe.
I look towards my girl, whose eyes are filled with tears, but she's trying to keep them at bay.
"You had my baby and didn't tell me?"
I can't keep the anger out of my voice, the hurt. I know I fucked up big time; I know I hurt her; fuck do I know but to keep our son from me.
My son.
I missed everything, everything!
Her tears spill over, and she goes to open her mouth, but I'm too angry to hear whatever fucking excuse she's going to come up with, and I know this will fuck things up, but my mind is not thinking straight, my hurt overriding me as I pin her a look. "You kept my fucking son away from me? How old is he, Star? four, five fucking months old. I never thought you were such a heartless fucking bitch!"
Her eyes widen, and I instantly regret my words as they turn cold. "Why not? I was raped because of you and the club, remember?"
Pain instantly shoots through me before she rushes towards her flat. I run after her but don't get there in time when the door shuts behind her, locking automatically, and I slam my head against the wood, a sob coming out.
"Star!" I rasp, and I notice that she stops breathing heavily before turning around. She opens the door, making me stand up straight before passing our son over, who grips my cut, grinning at me, and another sob comes out. He has Stars dimple; fuck,he's so perfect. I place my forehead against his, making him giggle.
"I won't tell you why I've kept our son to myself; you don't deserve an explanation right now."
I grind my teeth, trying to control my anger as she takes him from my arms. "I'm not going anywhere, Firefly." She flinches at the nickname, which fucking hurts: "Fine, I have work tomorrow; you can watch him for the day instead of him going into nursery; be here for 8 a.m.; I start at 8:30."
I give her a nod before she turns around and walks inside.
My determination has doubled. I planned on drugging her and bringing her home, but now I have to think of the baby, Theodore, after my fucking father and my middle name.
With one last look as she disappears up the stairs, I go to my bike before climbing on. I find the nearest motel booking a room for the next month, knowing it's going to take that long, maybe even longer, to get her home. I grab the key from the motel manager, who is devouring me with her eyes, before going to find my room on the second floor. I put the key in and entered the room, ignoring the ugly décor. I grab my phone quickly and call Axel, who answers on the third ring.
"Flame?"
I clear my throat. "I'm going to need some time off, Pres."
He sighs, "Can't you just drug her and bring her back?"
I chuckle, "No can do. Dad can take over with the next two runs; after that, I should be back."
He curses, "Fuck, fine, ok; tell Starfish she's on my shit list for taking my road caption away."
I chuckle. "You remember you're still on hers, right?"
He hums, "Yeah, but I'm not as much as you are, though."
I laugh and shake my head because damn, that's the truth before we say bye, and I drop my phone next to me, squeezing my eyes shut.
Fuck we have a son together. Biting my lip, I pick my phone up and call Star, and what a fucking shocker she doesn't answer. She's probably still pissed that I called her a bitch after everything I've done to her, so I get it, I do. I wasn't thinking straight; all I could see was a child she kept from me, but my gut is telling me it wasn't out of revenge. Star's been hiding something for years. I'm not stupid; I just thought she'd come to me when she was ready, but I guess with everything I and the club have done, she couldn't trust us enough. Well, that's going to fucking change as far as I'm concerned.
The beep echoes in the room, and her voicemail hits,"Hey, this is Star; I can't get to the phone right now, probably hanging with Flame, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you."
I swallow hard. "Since you turned seventeen, I stayed in your room on the floor and woke before you got up, not bearing being away from you." I wipe away the tear that's fallen down my cheek.
