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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Copyright

  Copyright by Mallory Funk 2017

  This book may not be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form (electronically, mechanically, by photocopying or recording), without written permission from the author.

  This book is fiction, and created using the ideas of the author. Any names or places that are used are from the author’s imagination. This book is for your enjoyment only.

  Edited by, Amber Gaida

  Cover by, Kennedy Kelly @ K Creative Design, Crazy Cover Creations

  Dedication

  I’d like to dedicate this book to my mom. Without her constant support in my writing I wouldn’t have had the courage to write and let people see my written words.

  For everything she has done for me and my siblings I will always be thankful.

  Prologue

  Ella

  “Wow, baby, it’s finally happening! I can’t believe that we’re finally pregnant!” Jeff says as we leave the clinic. Once we are outside the doors of the building, I grab him and pull him into a hug. I have never been so happy.

  After a couple of tries, we are finally going to be parents. Jeff couldn’t have kids. After a couple years of trying, and a bunch of fertility tests; we found out that he had a low sperm count. Jeff had grown up in foster care, so he never knew his parents. He also never was given any information regarding their medical history. We had talked a lot about all the different options, but seeing as I wanted to carry my own baby, we decided to use a sperm donor.

  A couple of weeks ago, we had tried a sperm bank. Since Jeff’s sperm count was low, we couldn’t get anything from him. He told me that he didn’t care if the sperm didn’t come from him because he was going to love that baby more than anything. The baby would always be ours. We had always wanted a house full of kids, and we both wanted to give them the life that we never had growing up in the foster system.

  We had just come out of the doctor’s office with confirmation that we were definitely pregnant. I couldn’t have been happier. After so many years, we were finally going to get our baby.

  That was until he pulled out of my hug, and stepped off the curb. My eyes widened, my eyes widened and I screamed at the top of my lungs. “JEFF!!!”

  Chapter One

  Three months later,

  Damien

  I was currently sitting at the diner that the club owned called The Hole In The Wall. I am Vice President of The Vicious Snakes MC. I had been a part of this club since I was eighteen, and now I am thirty-three years old. For fifteen years, the club and brothers were all I had. They were my family. I would kill for any one of my brothers, and I know that they would do the same for me.

  I was bullshitting with Prez and Stitch when my phone starts to ring. I knew that it wasn’t my Prez since he was sitting in front of me eating a burger. Still, I answered since you never know who could be calling or why.

  “Talk,” I grunt.

  “Hi, I’m Dr. Wellington. Is this Damien Evans?” the voice on the other line asks. I knew that I had a look of total confusion on my face when Prez and Stitch put their food down and stared at me with intense curiosity.

  “Yeah, that’s me. What’s this about?” I growl. I don’t have time for this shit.

  “Well I’m from New Hope Fertility Clinic. It seems that there has been a mix up, and, well, your sample was used.” I could already feel the anger in my veins.

  There had been shit going on with the club a couple years back, and I ended up getting in an accident. They had taken samples from me to make sure that I was still functioning properly, and that my sperm was still viable. Fuck, I had forgotten all about that. I know that I had thought about making a call once I was completely healed to tell them to destroy the sample, but I must have fucking forgotten.

  I had always believed that if I ever fucking had kids, I would be a part of their life, and that I wouldn’t have them with someone that I didn’t fucking know. My dad was a piece of shit growing up, and there was no way that I wouldn’t be a part of my own child’s life.

  “What the fuck do you mean a mix up? That shit was supposed to be destroyed,” I growl louder.

  “Well, it seems that one of the new staff used it by mistake,” she says in an apologetic voice.

  “You mean to tell me that you gave some woman my sample?”

  She clears her throat. “Yes, I’m very sorry. Because you weren’t a sperm donor, I had to notify you of the mix up. The woman will be notified shortly as well.”

  “Who the fuck is she?” I run a hand down my face in frustration.

  “I’m afraid that I’m not allowed to give you that information. It’s against our confidentiality agreement that we had made with her.”

  I am about to raise hell when I hear another voice on the other end of the phone.

  “Mrs. Daniels is threatening a law suit if we don’t tell her the name of the man’s sperm we gave her.”

  “We can’t do that. It’s against policy.”

  “She said that she doesn’t care about policy. That we gave her sperm that wasn’t supposed to be used, and if we don’t want a law suit on our hands, we will give her his name. She also said that if he wants her name then give it to him since we aren’t doing our jobs.”

  “Just give me a minute.”

  I hear a loud sigh, and shuffling on the other side of the line.

  “Hello, Mr. Evans?” the lady asks.

  “Yeah, I heard ya. Give her my name, and I want hers,” I grumble.

  “Her name is Ella Daniels. I will let you go, so I can speak with her directly. We are very sorry again.”

  I hang up the phone without another word.

  I run a hand over my head in frustration. I look up remembering that Prez and Stitch are still sitting there.

  “What the fuck was that?” Prez asks.

  “The fucking clinic. They never fucking destroyed my sperm samples from my accident a couple years ago, and now it seems that they fucking gave it to someone else,” I growl in frustration. “Fuck!”

  When Stitch laughs, I send him a glare. “So, you are telling us that you’re having a kid and you’ve never even fucked the woman?”

  I look at Prez and see that he is at least trying to hide his smile. Then he holler’s over his shoulder, “Yo, Tech!”

  Tech comes up to the table ready for instructions. Being good with computers and hacking, he can find anything on anyone. He’s just who I wanted to see.

  “Ya, boss?”

  “Dame has a problem.” Prez looks at me. “I’m assuming you are going to want to find this woman?”

  I nod “Yeah, her name is Ella Daniels. Find out whatever you can on her. All I know is that she went to New Hope Fertility Clinic,” I grumble.

  “Sure thing, VP.” Tech wastes no time wrapping up his food and leaving.

  “What if you don’t like your baby momma?” Stitch asks. I swear Prez’s lips twitch.

  I blow out a breath. “Doesn’t matter. Sh
e’s having my kid. There’s nothing stopping me from being in my kid’s life.”

  “What if she’s married? Single women aren’t the only ones that use fertility clinics,” Prez says stating the obvious.

  I blow out a frustrated breath. “Then the fucker is going to have to learn that I’m not going anywhere.”

  I get up out of the booth and throw money on the table. Fuck, I can’t believe this shit is happening.

  Chapter Two

  Ella

  The last three months have been the most painful I have ever been through. I try hard every day to keep as calm as possible for the baby, but it has been hard. There are days that I don’t want to leave the bed.

  Jeff had died on impact the day that I had found out I was pregnant. Every time I wanted to break down, my best friend had to remind me that I had to stay strong for the baby. So that’s what I did. Most days, I walked around like a zombie because I didn’t know what else to do.

  How did I go from happily finding out that I was pregnant to screaming as I watched my husband die?

  I didn’t have any other family besides the baby. My mom raised me by herself for the first ten years of my life. Then she had passed away from breast cancer. I always asked her about my father, and she told me that he didn’t want me. When he found out that she was pregnant, he had told her to get an abortion because he already had a son. She had then decided to leave him so that she could keep me.

  There wasn’t anyone else we had in our lives besides each other, so I automatically got put into foster care when she had passed. That was where I met Jeff. We had been together since we were sixteen. As soon as I aged out at eighteen, and then Jeff aged out after me, we had rented an apartment and worked hard to get where we were today.

  Jeff had worked hard throughout school making sure to get high grades and scholarships so that he could be someone. That someone was a lawyer. He had always told me to do whatever I wanted to do in life because we only live once. I decided to become a massage therapist. Jeff had loved it when I would spend nights practicing on him.

  It wasn’t long after we had turned eighteen that we decided to get married. It was a courthouse wedding because we didn’t have many friends at the time.

  I met Stacey, my best friend, at work. She had worked at the spa where I did. Instantly we had made a connection, and now, five years later, we were practically sisters. We were so close that she had practically taken it upon herself to move in when Jeff died. I was grateful for her even though most days she drove me crazy. Stacey refers to those particular days as “tough love”.

  It wasn’t until I had hung up the phone that it really sunk in. There was a “mix up” - that was what the guy on the phone told me.

  When I asked him what he meant, he told me that they had given me the wrong sperm. Apparently, they had hired several new employees, and the sperm that they had given me was from someone who wasn’t a sperm donor. They don’t know how it had happened, but they were sorry. All I could do was let out a tired laugh. Sorry? I can’t believe that’s all they had to say. When I finally threatened a lawsuit, they had told me his name. Damien Evans. That was the name of the man’s baby I was carrying.

  I wanted to laugh and sob at the same time. I spent the last two months scared because I had never planned on raising this baby alone. I don’t know if this man even cared that I was now carrying his baby, but there was only one way to find out. I knew I had to do the right thing. I wanted to cry because I never thought of having another man in the picture, but what if I didn’t have a choice? I knew what I had to do, but I was nervous and scared about what he was going to do. Would he try and take my baby from me? I would fight like hell before I lived a life without my baby. I hope that he isn’t an asshole. I would hate to have to deal with that for the rest of my life.

  After I spent the next hour pacing and talking to myself, I knew I had to call him. The clinic gave me his number, reluctantly I might add. I can do this. Just call him. Maybe he doesn’t want to be in the baby’s life.

  Fuck it. I dial his number and call before I can question myself. I’m pacing back and forth in my house looking everywhere and anywhere.

  “Talk,” the deep and masculine voice says into the phone. It’s rough and commanding. It makes my heart rate increase, and my temperature to rise. What the fuck? I’ve never had that response to someone before, not even my husband.

  “Hi, this is… I’m…shit…” I am stuttering. Fuck. I always do this when I’m nervous. I could never seem to get the words out.

  “Spit it out,” the rough voice commands.

  “I’m Ella Daniels. I’m the woman carrying your baby,” I say, my voice getting stronger in the end. I can do this.

  Chapter Three

  Damien

  Fuck. I still haven’t gotten the information from Tech yet. I was sitting at the bar inside the clubhouse waiting for him to get me everything he could on her. My phone suddenly rings, and it’s the woman carrying MY baby on the other end. She must have threatened them again to get my number this fast. That thought brings a smile to my face.

  She has a sweet voice. It sounds innocent. Fuck, just what I needed- an innocent woman in my life. I’m a biker, and this isn’t a place for sweet and innocent. Fuck, I’m selfish though. I already know that I’m not going anywhere- my child is going to fucking know me. I was not going to end up a useless fuck like my dad. I just hoped that she wasn’t a bitch. I didn’t need anyone nagging me, or bitching to me about club pussy.

  I don’t care if she’s carrying my baby, there’s no way that I would give up all the pussy I want for her. I don’t trust bitches, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to start now.

  “Yeah, I know who you are. We should talk about this shit face to face,” I tell her bluntly.

  “I agree. We should meet somewhere public since I don’t know you,” she tells me honestly. I can’t help but smile at how smart she’s being. I would have been pissed if she told me to head to her place since for all she knew she could have been having anyone’s baby.

  “Alright, you know the diner, Hole In The Wall, that’s on the east side of town?” I ask her.

  “Yeah,” she says in a small voice.

  “See you there in thirty minutes.” I hang up the phone without waiting for an answer. Fuck, I don’t ever remember being nervous, but I am fucking sure that’s what I am feeling right now.

  I know that she didn’t plan on a biker being in her life, but whether she likes it or not, I am a part of her life now.

  Ella

  I can do this. I keep telling myself that. I’m sitting in my car in the parking lot of The Hole In The Wall, and I’m shaking. It’s not every day that a woman gets to meet the father of her baby who she has never slept with, right?

  What if he doesn’t like me, and tries to take the baby away once it’s born? What if he wants to be a part of the baby’s life, and then he turns out to be an asshole? Then I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life. Shit, I really want to curse the clinic for doing this to me. How hard was it to grab the right container? Why did they have sperm that wasn’t supposed to be donated right beside the donated sperm?

  Ugh, just get this over with. You won’t know what kind of man he is or if he even wants to be involved, if you don’t go inside.

  I can barely walk. I don’t ever remember being this nervous before. I’m probably not what he’s expecting. I’m five-foot-six with black hair and light brown eyes. I’m on the curvier side since I am a size sixteen. I have hips that make it so that I have an ass. It’s not huge, but it works for me. I also have decent size breasts. I do have a belly which I was always self-conscious about, but I learned over the years to deal with it. I tried hard to love myself for who I am. I know that I’m never going to be a skinny woman, and I’m okay with that. It took a lot for me to get this far, so I just hope that he’s not some shallow prick.

  I just hope that he isn’t too disappointed when he finds out that I’m not some skinn
y super model type, if that’s what he was expecting. Oh well, he will just live with it. I’m not changing. If anything, I am going to get bigger growing his baby.

  I haven’t noticed any changes resulting from my pregnancy yet. I’ve only had some nausea, and I’m tired all the time. I’m sure that will change soon enough. I’ve read so many books about pregnancy, so I know what I’m going to be dealing with. I know that not every woman goes through the same thing, but I wonder everyday what I am going to be going through. Am I going to be one of those women who loves pregnancy, or will I hate it?

  Damien

  I’m sitting in the diner impatiently waiting. I can’t take my eyes off the door. I know that she will be here any minute. I don’t know what to expect. The woman who walked through the door looking nervous as fuck wasn’t what I was expecting.

  She was curvy as fuck, and had long black hair. I couldn’t see her eyes because she was wearing sunglasses. She was wearing tight jeans, and a top that went off one shoulder.

  I fucked a lot of woman of all shapes and sizes, but nothing gets me harder than curvy fucking women. The club whores are skinny as fuck, and they think it’s sexy when we can see their ribs, but that just doesn’t do it for me. I want soft curves on a woman, and a nice set of breasts to squeeze and watch bounce as I’m pounding into her. Also, I like a nice fucking ass that I can grab onto when I’m fucking her from behind. Shit, I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. I need to concentrate on waiting for the woman who’s carrying my baby. Fuck, that’s weird to think about. I’m about to meet a woman whom I haven’t fucked, yet she’s carrying my baby.

  I can’t tear my eyes off the woman in front of me. When I see her looking around obviously nervous, my head suddenly clears. Fuck. She looks at me and our eyes lock, and I realize who she is. She’s the fucking woman carrying my baby. She takes hesitant steps towards me looking around nervously.