Blaze:
I still couldn’t believe it.
Saint. My brother. The former president of the Savage Saviors. The man who ruled the road, who wore grief like a second skin, who hadn’t smiled in weeks…
Was a father.
I had just held his daughter.
And hell, I don’t think anything in my life ever stopped me in my tracks like that did.
That little girl was barely longer than my forearm. Soft cheeks, a little tuft of blonde hair—Shay's hair—and her tiny fingers curled like she already had a grip on this world. She didn’t cry in my arms. Just stared up with those sleepy, newborn eyes like she knew everything. Like she knew her mama fought to give her this one, fleeting moment of touch and breath.
And Shay… damn it, Shay.
It had been hours since she delivered. Almost noon now. Time ticked in the sick
