I can't sort out the rambling thoughts in my head. I know what to do with anger and aggression. I've handled both more times than I care to count. These thoughts are different. Watching Beth nurse the baby is the loveliest, sexiest, and most precious thing I've ever witnessed. Not that I'm thinking s*x while watching. No. I'm thinking family, settling down, and changing my life. It's a joke I can't laugh about. I've done too many terrible things and I'm not finished. Not even close.
"You've got it bad, brother mine," Linc says while rocking the baby. The child I haven't held because even thinking about it makes my stomach twist into knots. There's this yawning hole in my heart and if I touch him I don't know if I could ever let go.
Linc is destined to be a father. He'll be wonderful at i
