Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4) (16 page)

As soon as I heard Coley talking to the bitch, I wanted to fucking put a bullet in her head. I still need to find out who his mother is. Pacing the clubhouse I can’t sit still as I listen to all the bullshit that bitch is spewing at Coley. Part of me wants to get on my bike and get there as fast as I can, but I have orders and I have to see them through.

When I hear my dad’s voice in the background, I sigh with relief. Thank God they finally made it. I was starting to worry that they weren't gonna get there in time.
 

“Dom.” I barely hear her whisper my name. I can tell she’s getting to my girl and I hate that there is nothing I can do from here to make things right.

“Yeah baby I’m right here. Don’t believe a word she said. I never pick up women from Midnight. You are the only one.” I know she thinks the worst of me right now. Hell, I probably would too if the tables were turned, but I never pick up women from Midnight. Coley is the only girl I’ve ever picked up there.
 

“Cole I know your head is spinning, but I need you to believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you, I’m falling hard for you and I need you right now.” Feeling a little choked up, I try and push out all of the emotions.

“Okay.” Her voice is quiet and I know she’s trying to figure out what to say next. I hear more people talking and it sounds like Danvers is finally there. Listening closely, I hear what sounds like rustling and then Coley tells me to hold on. Before I can ask her what’s going on, my phone beeps.

Pulling it away from my ear, I see a text message from Coley with an attachment. Opening the message, I see my little boy sleeping in his car seat. Holy fuck…

I didn’t think I could feel this much over a kid. His face holds a lot of my brother’s and my features and I know he’s mine even without the test.
 

“He’s beautiful,” I whisper. I don’t even know how to explain how perfect he is. Looking at his face I know I want to be the best father I can for him.
 

“He looks just like you,” Coley says. Before we can say much more, I hear my dad asking to talk to me. He tells Danvers something before he finally says anything to me.

“Dom,” he states. All the background noise leaves, so he must of went into a different room.
 

“Yeah Pops?” I know he’s gonna want me to stay here, but there is no way I’m going to do it. I want to be there with my son.

“He’s with Coley right now. Do you want me to call your sister and have her take him?” I know he is trying to give me a way out for Coley, but I won’t know how she feels about him until I talk to her.

“Naw. I’ll talk to Coley and if she can’t keep an eye on him then I’ll call Anslie. I need to come home Pops.” I hear him sigh and I know it’s going to kill him to let me come back right now, but it’s something I need.
 

“You sure?” he asks hesitantly. “I know you like her and all but do you really think she’s gonna stick around now that you have a kid to take care of?”
 

As much as I know he is trying to protect me and the club, right about now I wish I was there so I can punch the mother fucker.

“You know nothing about her. She wants to help and I won’t let her walk away.” I’m pissed at him and I want to say more but I bite my tongue instead. “I’m coming home tonight. I don’t give a fuck if you disagree because you already gave me your word that I could when he came home. I know it fucks up your plans but I need to be there for him.”
 

His deep breaths tell me he isn't happy about this, but I don't really give a fuck right now.

“Fine Dom, you have three weeks to figure your shit out before you need to be back in California. I’ll deal with Mac until you can get back.” Sighing out in relief, I thank him and ask to talk to Coley. He tells me to hold on a second and then goes to get her.
 

“Here sweetheart,” he says and then I hear her voice.
 

“Dom. Is everything okay?” She sounds uncertain and I can’t wait to get home and show her how much I’ve fallen for her over the last few days.

“Yeah baby, I’ll be on my way home in a few. I just wanted to talk to you before I headed in to tell the president out here.”
 

“You're coming home?” she squeals. Laughing, I tell her yeah. “But babe I only get a few weeks to spend with you guys before I have to come back. So we need to talk when I get there, yeah?”
 

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I can’t wait to see you.”
 

Smiling, I reply, “I can’t wait either. I miss you. You okay watching Axle until I get there?” I’m not sure what all we need for him, so I need to call my sister and ask her to get some stuff for him.
 

“Yeah I’d love to.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Oh I have a shift tonight,” she pauses for a second.
 

“Babe, I’ll talk to Rob. Will you please stay with him until I get home?”
 

“Yeah Dom, of course I will.” She says. Thank fuck.
 

“Babe, call my sister and ask what we need to get. There is some cash in my top drawer so you can pay for whatever he needs. Take the truck; the keys are on the kitchen counter. Oh and please don’t argue about me giving you money and the truck to drive, he’s my kid and my responsibility so I’ll pay for everything.” I hear her giggle and I can’t help but smile.
 

I can’t wait to get home to them tonight.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Once Dom and I hung up, I made my way back out into the living room with the rest of the guys that have taken over Dom’s living room. Walking into the room, I see all the guys gathered around Axle’s car seat watching him sleep. For being a bunch of manly bikers, they sure are having a tender hearted moment with him.

“Hey guys do you mind if I take the little man to get some necessities?” They all look at each other before turning their attention to me.
 

“So you're not leaving my brother when shit gets tough?” I look over to whom I assume is the youngest out of the brothers.

“No. I may be crazy, but I really like him and this little one makes him even sexier,” I say with a smirk. The guys all start to make gagging noises.
 

“Well call Anslie if you need any help, I’m sure she’d be happy to help out. Brant said she was pissed that he wouldn't let her come with him, but now that she’s pregnant again, he’s gonna be all protective and shit.”
 

I can’t help but smile at that. Of course she’d be pissed, if it was my brother I would be too.
 

I watch them all file out of the house and go to their bikes. The loud roars of the bikers cause Axle to wake up, so I pick him up and try to comfort him the best I can.
 

Once the noise quiets down, he calms down and begins to coo at me. Running my fingers long his chubby cheeks, I smile at him and tell him that we need to get him formula and diapers before we do anything else.
 

Strapping Axle back into the car seat, I grab the keys off the counter and make sure the front door is locked. Walking into the garage I see that he has another car besides the truck. Holy cow.
 

Opening the back seat, I spend the next ten minutes trying to figure out how to put the car seat in. While I’m working on getting him buckled in, Axle grabs my hair and gives it a good tug. Yelping, I try and carefully pull it out of his hands.
 

Once I get my hair free, I get the car seat strapped in and I give him kisses before closing the door. Getting into the truck, I adjust everything to my needs and I open the garage door.
 

Once I get the truck started and backed out to the end of the drive way, Axle starts to cry again. I try my best to calm him from the front seat, but it’s no use. He just keeps screaming and crying. Putting the truck in park, I get out and walk to the back seat to hopefully get him to stop crying.
 

Checking his diaper I notice its wet, but I don't have anything to change him with so I call Anslie. I know there is no way he will be okay in the store for however long with a wet diaper.
 

“Hey about time you called me. I’ve been dying here!” Her statement causes me to laugh.
 

“Sorry, I was trying to go to the store to get Axle some stuff, but he won’t stop crying and his diaper is wet. What do I do?” I’m pretty sure she can tell I’m starting to panic, so she tells me to come over and she will help me.

She says she’ll message me their address so I have an easier time using the GPS on my phone to find it. Once I get the GPS going, I tell Axle to hang tight and that his aunt will help us out.
 

Getting back into the truck, I make my way to Anslie’s. Once I pull up to their big ass house, I see Anslie standing on the porch waiting for us.
 

Getting out, I go to the back seat and grab the car seat. Closing the door, I make my way over to Anslie who looks like a kid at Christmas.
 

“Oh my God! Look at him! He is so beautiful! My brother did good.” If her smile is anything to go by, she is excited about this baby.
 

“He is beautiful huh?” I say smiling at him. He grabs a handful of Anslie’s hair and I can’t help but laugh.
 

“Well you’re just like your uncle Brant! He likes to pull my hair too,” she starts to giggle and I can’t help but laugh too. I hear the front door close and I see a smirk on Brant’s face. He walks up to us and grabs Anslie’s ass.
 

“Yeah doll, you love when I pull your hair,” he winks at me and I can’t help but giggle even more.
 

He leads us inside and Anslie goes into another room to grab some stuff to get us through the shopping trip. Brant takes the car seat from me and sets it on the floor in front of the couch where he takes a seat.
 

Taking a seat on the opposite couch, I hear giggles and feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Looking away from Brant and Axle, I see the cutest twin boys come running over to Brant. Looking at their features, I can see the uncanny resemblance. They are one hundred percent Brantley’s kids.
 

“Woos dat daddy?” one of the twins asks. “Come over and sit down boys. This is your cousin Axle.” They both climb on the couch and sit on either side of their dad.
 

One at a time, he lets them hold Axle and it is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I ask if I can take pictures to send to Dom. Brant says of course and I take a picture of each of the boys holding Axle.
 

When Anslie comes back she has her hands full of stuff. Getting up to help her, we carry the stuff to the kitchen and set it down on the table. “What is all this?” I ask looking at everything.
 

“Well since I don’t have any diapers, we are going to make a homemade one to last until you can go shopping after this. I just wasn't sure what size his butt was, so I brought a few things I don't mind you throwing away after.”
 

“Baby can you please bring Axle in here?” she calls out to Brant. I watch him bring Axle with the boys following close behind. She spreads the blanket she brought on the table and then grabs him from Brant. Laying him down, she undoes his outfit and pulls his dirty diaper off.