Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 170

Fixer POV

I didn’t want to believe it, that Savage was my dad, and he never said a word. Was I that much of a disappointment?

The more I looked, the more I had to agree with Tank, Savage was my dad, I wanted to call out to Dirk and order him to have him here and now, and explain, but this was not the time or place. I had to keep my cool and wait.

Prez came rushing in; Tank and I froze. He looked like a man possessed, and I had feared the worst, but he was just eager to share his news. Mum and son are both doing well. My fears reduced a lot, but until I see Sticks, that worry won’t go away completely.

Prez almost dragged us back to the room, where Mum and son were in bed, having a meal. They looked so peaceful, I was tempted to just stay at the door and watch them. But a nurse spoiled the moment, and we entered the room. The baby was smaller than I remembered from the street mums, maybe that was because he was way too early, but well formed, and from what the nurse was saying, which I was half listening to, Sticks was very lucky, the doctor made the right call, getting her there as fast as they did. The baby was under stress, and it was dangerous for both mother and baby. I closed her off when she started on about the chopper and how fortunate she was that one was so close. I didn’t need to explain that I owned the chopper; I was happy enough for them to make their own minds up on why the chopper was here.

Most believe the helicopter belongs to Uncle Simon or Tandy, or to a visiting dignitary we get from time to time, or to a big celebrity, all of whom are possible. I like to hear their thoughts on it; they take one look at me, in jeans and a cut-off, and dismiss me, perfect in my eyes.

The pride I feel when I took the little hand and kissed it, my touch of my namesake, I don’t think I deserve it, but I doubt they would change it now; they are convinced that if I didn’t have the chopper, one or both would not have survived. It might be true, but I didn’t do anything; it was here, and why not use it? It was fate, with all that timing. Uncle Simon is pushing to get it done and completed quickly. I wonder if he was the one who sent Dad to me, if Savage is my Dad, and I have no doubts now that he is. Uncle Simon left rather quickly. He said he had his location. Did he get him and send him to me?

As I think, I have more questions, and it was hard to concentrate on the little bundle before me, and not the thoughts of Savage. I bite my tongue, which makes me break that cycle of thought, and get back to why we are here; the rest can wait.

“Would you like to hold him?” Sticks asked, offering me her son. I looked up at Prez, and he was smiling, nodding his approval.

“Yes, please.” I moved forward, and she lifted the bundle of blankets to me, and I carefully pulled the bundle to my chest. Tank was standing behind me and placed his hand under the bundle for support. At the same time, it felt like he was cuddling me.

I pulled the blanket down a little, exposing that adorable face. He was fast asleep, his little fists in his mouth, sucking on his fingers. He was a perfect miniature of Prez, can’t wait to find out his eye color. I felt so overwhelmed, with emotion, my throat was thick, my eyes threatening to leak tears, not sad tears, but ones of joy, something foreign to me.

This boy was going to be spoiled rotten, I can feel it and I love him already.

Our house will be lots of chaos and patter of little feet, can’t wait.

I feel clucky, and understand now, when Grandma said I would when the time was right. This ‘bundle has already brought great joy, and he’s only an hour old. Tank moved his other hand out of

his mouth, and his mouth made the same hunting movement again. His mouth is opening and closing. Tank let go of the hand, and it went straight back to the mouth, and started to suck on the fingers again.

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