Chapter One Liza
Present Day
(The end of Whip’s Wisdom)
I forgot how tiring the end of pregnancy was, how sore you are.
This time though I have two toddlers I’m wrangling as well as being pregnant with this one.
I know doing it on my own has really been my choice, but when you open your heart and give your trust to yet another biker who throws it away and stomps all over it, you find it hard to want to let them help you with everything you’re going through.
Since I bumped into my biker baby daddy at the grocery store and my pregnancy was outed, he has been trying to get in touch with me.
I haven’t had the energy or the emotional bandwidth to talk to him.
I had planned on telling him I was pregnant more than one time.
The first time when I found out I was pregnant I had planned on surprising him at his home.
I made sure he was there, but when I went there he was with another woman.
So much for his ‘I don’t bring women here’ bullshit.
Then the shit he said to me, well fuck that. I don’t need that in my life.
After dealing with all that, I called up my therapist that I really hadn’t seen in awhile because I had not felt like I needed to.
We talked about handling all this in my own timeframe.
So I tried again, only to get some stupid bitch answering his phone and then him telling me that if I was too stupid to get the picture that he wanted nothing more to do with me that was my fault.
Time and time again I tried, time and time again I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest.
I loved him. Hell, I still do, but I knew I should never have gone there with another biker.
I know better. Bikers haven’t done me much good in the romance department.
I had the day off work today, so I’ve been spending the day with the boys.
They have been heartbroken since everything went on with Cane, but they had slowly stopped asking for him.
Until we bumped into him at the grocery store.
I will never forget that moment and I think I wanted the world to swallow me whole at that point.
Waylon and Walker were running down the cereal aisle looking for the best sugary goodness they wanted for their special breakfast.
They were fighting over which one they wanted to buy and how their Uncle Glitch always told them that the chocolate one was the best.
We heard someone chuckle behind us. I looked over my shoulder, I felt like my stomach fell out of my ass because standing behind us was Cane.
I hadn’t seen him in roughly seven and a half months.
Before I could get a word out Waylon rushed around me and threw himself into Cane’s arms.
“CAAAAANNNNNEEE! Mished you.”
He cuddled up in his arms and I looked over at Walker and he was just watching. Ever the quiet observant one. The fake tattoos he has on his arms are an obsession he got after spending time with Cane and that hasn’t stopped despite him not being around.
“I missed you too buddy. I see you’re picking out my favorite cereal. Maybe you can grab me a couple boxes so I have some for home too.”
He places Waylon down and Waylon runs over to the shelf to grab the boxes of cereal for Cane.
“Hey Walker, how are you, little buddy?”
Walker just looks at him and says nothing. I think Cane leaving Walker hurt him more than anything. So Walker turned back to the shelf and looked at cereal.
“Well, I knew he’d be upset I haven’t been around, but I didn’t think he wouldn’t talk to me. He was my little best friend.”
I slowly stand up and turn around slowly making eye contact with Cane, the man that I opened my heart to. The man who tore it out and spit on it.
“Hey Liza, long time no see.”
He begins looking me over and his eyes stop on my stomach and then shoot right back up into mine.
“Liza——“
Before he can say anything I cut him off, “Yep. Pregnant. It’s yours. Tried to tell you multiple times. Never seemed to workout. So I was going to try again before they got here, but you know just didn’t know how or when you wouldn’t be with one of your whores. Waylon gives Dragon here his cereal,
we’ve got to get going.”
“Liza, wait. We need to talk!”
I bend down and pick up Walker and place him in the cart. Waylon walks over and places the cereal in Cane’s.
“Mama, Cane come ober?”
“No honey, Cane has other things to do. I’m sure very important things.”
I picked up Waylon and set him in the cart before booking it out of the aisle with Cane calling after me.
It didn’t end there, the man stalked me out to my car and basically made me let him help put the boys in their seats.
When they were in the car he tried to confront me again.
I told him I’d have a lawyer reach out to him about custody when the baby was born, but there would be massive guidelines.
I’ve heard about the shit that goes on with bitches around the club.
I don’t need my baby anywhere near that. Then I got in my car and drove away.
He has attempted contact so many times since then, but I refuse to answer any of his calls, karma you know.
That asshole didn’t think to take any of mine and in fact had his latest flavor of the week answer them when I did.
I didn’t have a man to answer my phone for me, so I just did the next best thing and that was to ignore him all together.
Now that a week or so has passed and I haven’t gotten in touch I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here.
I’m just hoping he has the good sense to do it when the boys aren’t here.
We’ve spent the day working on all sorts of fun crafts for the holidays.
I’ve been taking pictures of the boys and sending them on my encrypted phone from Glitch.
Everything gets sent to him on an encrypted file or anyone I send messages to.
I try to occasionally send updates to my family now that they know everything.
I know that they have been investigating everything Vandal is involved in.
How deep everything goes, who else is involved, but that’s all I know.
Enjoying my day off with my boys and thankfully they are napping right now so I take the opportunity to relax.
I’ve got to sort out baby clothes. Thankfully after finding out I was having another boy, I grabbed a bulk of the baby clothes I have from the boys.
As I am picking out the sizes I need to wash and get ready for the baby there is a knock at the door.
I pull up my security app on my phone and groan when I see that it is fucking Dragon.
Thankful the boys are asleep I head to the door to talk to my fucking baby daddy.
Opening the door to this beautiful man and all his glory it is really unfair how amazing he always looks.
Like my pregnancy hormones make me want to jump him like a fucking tree.
I mean honestly I could do fucking worse for a baby daddy, my boy is going to be beautiful if he looks anything like his daddy.
The man is 6’ 3”, has a strong boxer build, thick arms, and solid core strength.
He’s built like someone who could walk through fire and not flinch.
He has dark brown hair that he keeps cropped close on the sides, slightly longer and usually slicked back or messed up from a ride, like it is now.
He has the same dark hair as his father.
He has steel-blue eyes and he is covered in tattoos.
Again like I said, totally unfuckingfair.
I’m like a fucking water buffalo and this man is like a fucking sculpture.
Looking at him in the eyes I notice that he appears to be taking note of my body as well. I clear my throat, “What the hell are you doing here?”
His eyes snap to mine, “Well I thought we could talk about everything and of course the baby.”
I rolled my eyes at him, I mean really, talk about ‘ everything’.
Like we can ignore all the fucked up shit he said about me after being with him for months.
For months of what I felt like was us creating something real.
I fell in love with this man in front of me and I thought he fell in love with me, but turns out I was just one of the many.
“Yeah and there really isn’t much to talk about. I’ll let you know after it’s born and you can come meet them at the hospital. Then after that we can set up some sort of parenting visits. If you can tear yourself away from all the easy pussy you have on demand.”
He looks pained when I say all of that, like I’ve punched him in the face. He goes to reach for me and I take a step back. I watch as he clenches his fist and puts it down by his side.
“Listen, when I said that, I thought I was doing the right thing. My mom’s death fucked me up and I really didn’t want anything to happen to you. If anything happened to you like what happened to two women in my life it would end me. It is not something I can even imagine. It would be heartbreaking.
These months without you were so hard and I planned on coming back for you. I’m sorry it took me so long. I’m sorry I’ve missed all of this. I want this with you, I want the boys and I want this baby with you.”
“Yeah, well I knew better than to get involved with more bikers. I should’ve listened to my guy, but because you were Peyton and Parker’s brother I thought, hey you have to be better than who I knew before. But it looks like you all are the same. Cheaters,
users and basically whatever fucking bitch is there to get in your bed is fine with you. This conversation is over. I’ll be in touch when the baby is born, but as for everything else, I’m done. I don’t trust you.
You made me feel like I meant something to you and come to find out everything I knew was a lie. I walked into your home to find you with another fucking girl, Dragon. ”
I watch him flinch at the use of his road name and I have to say I could careless if that hurts him.
“A home you told me you don’t bring women to and gave me access to. To come and tell someone you're pregnant only to be called the most horrendous names, to be talked to the way I was, I’ve been there and done that. I don’t feel like doing it again.”
He looks at me confused, “Wait, what does that mean you’ve done it before? I did all this to protect you!” He practically yells the last part.
“Newsflash, Dragon, I have all the protection I need. I don’t need anymore and everything else is none of your business.”
With that I slam the door in his face and turn the lock on the door.
I wait to hear him walk away before I head back towards where the boys are sleeping to make sure they are still napping.
When I notice they are still sleeping, I head back to the laundry I was doing before that jackass interrupted my day of peace.