3. Rex
The men lined the walls where I’d left them, waiting on word of Wheeler’s kid. The brother was in his 50s and this was his fourth kid born by a fourth woman—all club sluts. The fucking idiot refused to wrap up despite now having to spend all his club dues on child support to the women he had knocked up.
This is why I used my own condoms and never fucked a bitch without one, doesn’t matter how long I’d known her. I would never risk having a baby with someone who wasn’t my old lady, let alone a hang around who had fucked all of my brothers at one point. Imagine what that kid would think when it grew up and was old enough to understand that its mum was a whore… no fucking thank you.
“Any news yet?” I elbowed Threads, the most sensible of my brothers and the club”s treasurer, who lounged in the hard plastic, his legs spread out in front of him.
“Nothin’, I sent the prospect over to the maternity ward for an update.”
“This blows.” I collapsed beside him, his shoulders brushing against mine in the tight space. “Someone needs to do something about these fucking chairs, they dig into my ass.”
Threads fidgeted in his own seat. “How much longer can it be?”
“It’ll take as long as it takes, man.” My skin itched from sitting around for too long, I wasn’t used to being this idle and waiting around. I needed to hit the gym and get rid of some of this pent up energy.
“What happened with the woman? Did you get her number?”
I flexed my fists, irritated with the inability to do anything but wait for this baby to pop out. It couldn’t be that hard… could it? Candy had spent years pushing things up herself, it couldn’t be that difficult to just push a baby out of something that big—and yes, she had a gash that was big enough to fit a man’s fist, I’d tried.
“I gave her Home’s number and told her to call in the morning. I thought Jenna may be able to help her out with her insurance problem.”
Threads leaned forward, his hands rubbing up and down his thighs, his blunt nails scraping against the denim. He was getting antsy too, sitting here in this fucking place.
“Hey, man, if you need to go, I can cover for you.” His eyes flicked toward me, dark brown, almost black irises filled with a pain that only he knew. I’m sure even we, his brothers, didn’t know the full extent of his trauma, but being in a hospital for this length of time surely wasn’t helping him. His shoulders bunched when I clapped him on the back, gripping tightly onto him through his cut. “Go home, get some rest, I’ll text you when the kid’s here.”
Without a word, Threads stood up, stretching his long limbs out of a cooped position, and walked out. The doors that princess had left through from earlier barely had time to open properly before he had slunk through and vanished with hardly a sound. His boots didn’t even scrape across the floor, he had just been waiting for an invitation to leave.
With more space, I stretched out, my arms spread across the backs of the chairs on either side of me. I had plenty of time to waste, there was nothing happening at the moment back at Home. No dead bodies to sort out, no shipments that needed dealing with. The Sinners had been quiet ever since we spread the word that they and their shit weren’t welcome in our town. Our prez thought it meant they were just gearing up to hit back, and I agreed with him. There wasn’t much that I didn’t agree with him on, to be fair. He had always had a way of figuring shit out before anyone else, a sixth sense he called it. But that’s why he was our Prez.
My thoughts turned to the woman, that blonde beauty had turned my nuts inside out. The minute she had stepped in here with her rolling case I had clocked her, and I don’t even know why. Sure, she was a stunner, and with that body she could have been a ballerina prancing on stage in a fucking tutu and I wouldn’t bat an eye. But her fierce attitude hid a caring heart. Hell, she’d flown hours to check on a sister who had been ignoring her for months. That’s what I call family orientated. And I was all about the family.
My phone vibrated in my cut, and I pulled it out to see an image of a pink faced, squat nosed baby. It’s a boy!
“Heads up, kid’s out. Let’s roll.” Cheers and hollers met my announcement, and my brothers and I grabbed our shit to head over to the maternity ward. Though we wouldn’t have that far to walk if we’d been allowed to wait there, but apparently, we were scaring the midwives and new moms—cue us being relegated to some random ward to wait for the newest member of the Street Kings to arrive.
Fuck, when I eventually had my own kid, ain’t no one telling my family they can’t wait right damned there.
Immediately, images of princess in her scrubs popped in my mind”s eye, just a flash of imagination before it vanished with a blink. I suppose being forced to wait in a whole other wing of the hospital wasn’t technically a shit bust with the entertainment I’d had tonight.
And I didn’t even know the woman’s name.