Saint:
The rumble of my truck echoed down the long, winding road as Shay and I pulled up to the motorcycle club. The familiar neon sign of the club shone in the early evening haze, promising the camaraderie and chaos of nights past. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, every mile of that drive had been charged with a sense of purpose—a determination to embrace the future.
I parked the truck in the designated spot behind the building, the engine still purring low as I turned it off. Shay sat beside me on the hood, her hand resting gently on my arm. I could see the mixture of excitement and apprehension in her eyes. Our baby, our future, was no longer going to be a secret. It was a promise we had to share with the brothers who had been with me through so much.
I took a deep breath a
