Jassy
One Year Later…
I don't why I thought it was a good idea to have an outlaw biker's baby, but I had. “Goddammit, Karl! You can't take me to the emergency room on the back of your f*****g bike!”
“What?” he asked, his eyes frantic and wild as he looked up at me, his foot hovering where it was just about to stomp down and start up his chopper. “Oh, f**k! I'm sorry, babe!” He hopped off the bike and fumbled for his keys as I waddled around to the passenger side of his Camaro SS.
He let me in and I settled into the passenger seat while he threw all our stuff in the trunk. Soon, he was hopping into the driver seat. He started up the car and threw it in reverse.
“Garage door, honey,” I said before he slammed his foot down on the gas.
“s**t,” he said, shaking his head. He punched the ga
