Kat:
I never imagined how much I wanted this.
Not just the fairy-tale love story—or the badass biker with a dangerous smile and a heart he kept hidden for too long.
But this.
Him.
Our son.
Well, almost a baby. Ryder’s ten months old now—crawling fast enough to disappear if I blink too long, pulling himself up on the edge of the couch like he owns the place, babbling and shouting “Mama” when he’s hungry, tired, or just needs to be held. Every time he says it, my heart splits wide open like it doesn’t know how to hold all this love.
We hadn’t even had him a full week yet, but it didn’t matter. Ryder was already mine. Ours. My soul had rearranged itself around him like he’d always been meant to live here.
And I was in deep.
The apartment had transformed too—Blaze’s once half-empty sp
