Chapter One Hundred Six: A New Creed
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Pacing in a hospital waiting room wasn’t usually his style.
Silas preferred motion with purpose—target in sight, mission clear, threat defined.
But here? Here he was a restless bundle of nerves in a hallway that smelled like antiseptic and distant heartbeats.
Axton was behind those doors.
Helen was giving birth.
And Silas couldn’t stop bouncing his leg like he was wired on five espressos and a shot of adrenaline.
Price sat silently beside Sarah, their fingers intertwined, his gaze calm but alert.
Rourke leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes flicking to Morgan every other minute, pretending not to look.
Morgan, of course, was pretending not to notice. She sat with her legs crossed, scrolling through her phone like she wasn’t aware of the storm of tension radiating off Rourke’s six-foot frame.
Sierra was the only one who looked fully at peace, resting her head on Silas’s shoulder.
He couldn’t focus.
He kept thinking about the way Axton looked the day of the wedding—how composed, how sure. How happy.
And now, today… the man was about to become a father.
The door opened.
Every head turned.
And there he was.
Axton Creed.
Still in black. Still serious. But his face…
It was softer.
His eyes burned.
“Come meet him,” Axton said.
That was it.
No fanfare. No theatrics.
But the pride in his voice? The way he stood taller, like gravity had changed for him?
Silas’s chest tightened.
They walked in together. Quiet. Reverent.
Helen lay in the hospital bed, glowing and exhausted, hair messy and cheeks flushed.
In her arms, wrapped in a blue blanket and wearing a tiny knit hat, was him.
Luca Creed.
The room went still.
Even Price exhaled.
“He’s…” Morgan whispered, then stopped. Words didn’t cut it.
The baby shifted, making the tiniest noise—like a sleepy complaint.
Helen laughed softly. “That’s your uncle welcoming committee, baby.”
Silas moved in last.
And when he saw Luca up close—red-faced, tiny-fisted, nose wrinkled—something in him cracked.
Sierra stepped beside him, squeezing his hand.
He turned to her.
And the words just came out.
“We’re pregnant.”
The room went silent.
Sierra blinked. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “I couldn’t keep it in. I had to say it.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “I wanted to wait until after the baby meet-and-greet.”
He kissed her. Hard. Right there in the room.
“I love you,” he whispered. “So much.”
She grinned. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Morgan snorted.
Rourke actually clapped him on the back.
And Axton? He just gave Silas a nod.
The kind that meant everything.
Helen tilted the baby slightly. “Say hi to your uncles and aunties, Luca. These are your people.”
Silas reached out, brushing the back of one tiny hand with his finger.
The baby’s whole hand wrapped around it.
And just like that, Silas was wrecked.
“Hey, little man,” he whispered. “You’ve got no idea how loved you are.”
He looked over at his family—this ragtag crew of violence and loyalty and rebuilt hearts—and smiled.
“This kid’s got the best damn village in the world.”
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