“You got this,” Raven said.
Abriana whimpered. “I want to claw your face off right now.”
“That’s good. You’ll love me when all the pain is gone. Come on, honey.”
She squeezed his hands, and he took the pain as she screamed.
“That’s it, come on, Mrs. Dickson. You’ve got this. Keep pushing.”
Abriana screamed, and as she collapsed against him, Ugly Beast heard it. The unmistakable cry of his newborn daughter.
The ambulance driver was given a blanket and doing something between her legs. Having another man see her pussy bothered him, but after watching a couple of home birthing videos, given to him by her midwife, he’d decided he couldn’t bring his daughter into this world.
His daughter gave another scream.
“You have a beautiful baby girl,” the man said, handing them a swaddled baby.
Abriana let his hands go, and he held her against him as she took their baby. Staring over her shoulder, Ugly Beast knew he was fucked. His little girl was so fucking beautiful. Her eyes were so bright as she stared up at him.
“We made something so beautiful,” Abriana said.
Ugly Beast looked up as someone gripped his shoulder. Smokey was there, nodding at him. The whole club surrounded them. They’d been here for the birth, and he knew this girl was going to be protected for the rest of her life, just as his wife would be.
Wrapping his arms around his woman, he pressed his face against her neck.
“Thank you, Eric,” she said.
He smiled. Abriana rarely called him by the name he’d given himself. “I love you, baby. So much.”
Abriana tilted her head back, smiling at him. “We did good.”
Pressing his lips to hers, happiness flooded him. He never thought he wanted a family, but lying in the parking lot of the Hell’s Bastards compound, he knew he wouldn’t change it for the world.
She was his entire world, they both were, and he would protect them with his life. Like the club, his wife and baby girl had his loyalty, his devotion, and his very fucking being.
The End