Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 177

Tank POV

Thankfully, sleep came quickly, once the tears were over. Fixer had a sound sleep, didn’t toss and turn, as I had expected.

I woke to an empty bed, and the sound of the shower running, the light outside had begun, but the sun had yet to break over the horizon, this was an average time for us to wake, rarely sleeping late, it does happen, but not often, more often when out camping trips, because we go to bed, when it’s almost morning.

Climbed out of bed, stretched, and moved to the bathroom, readjusting my balls, which had gotten stuck to my legs during the night, because I had been sweating; it wasn’t that hot, so I must have had a bad dream, but I can’t remember what it was how. I lifted the toilet lid, did my business, looking at the silhouette of Fixer in the shower, put the lid down, flushed, then froze.

Was that what I thought it was?

I picked up the white stick and looked at it, and exclaimed.

“What.The.Fuk!”

I pushed the door open, before thinking better of it, and asked what the two lines meant, and she sent me back to the box. Did she really not read the instructions before climbing into the shower, or only the part that said ‘pee on it and wait’? Thinking of checking it out when she climbed out.

Picking up the box, I nearly dropped it as I fumbled with it, looking at the front, sides, and finally the back for instructions, and found them. I checked the picture, looked at the white stick, and went back to the picture. My stomach churned and flipped. My heart raced, and I took deep breaths.

I am going to be a DAD.

Calling out to Fixer to let her know what her test said. I wonder how far along she was.

I, the last person on this earth who had thought I would ever become one not that long ago, was going to be a Dad.

How do I feel?

Ecstatic, over the moon, couldn’t be happier, I am going to be the best dad ever.

I moved into the shower and dropped to my knees, kissing her belly, talking to my baby, as if it could already hear me. Fixer asked me how I felt and whether I wanted the baby, you know, because it might not be a good time, and gave me an out if I wanted it. I hoped my reaction to the baby answered her questions in a way words can’t.

“How far along do you think you are?” I asked, trying to think back to when we got married, and that was already nearly three months ago. Where has that time gone?

“No, idea, was going to see the doctor today, he was going to be at the clubhouse, wants to be there for the interrogation, and keep an eye on the then, medically that is,” Fixer replied, I hadn’t thought of the doctor wanting to be there, but I guess being a club member he was entitled to be there for it all,

“Can I be with you at that check-up? I think we should hold off telling anyone until we have seen the doctor, then we will have more information to hand over.” I suggested, thinking of all the questions rolling in my head.

“Of course, this baby didn’t get in there by itself, so you need to step up and be there as much as the club business allows you to be. I understand there will be times you can’t make it, and I will try to have the appointments at a suitable time for both of us, but yeah, not all the times work out.”

Fixer was trying to be accommodating and understanding.

“I will read up on what to expect. We’ve been through this with Sticks, so we got some ideas.” I said, trying to be helpful.

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