The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(34)

There was no question about who the father was. Colt may have been sleeping with other women while they were together; she didn’t know one way or the other, but since moving to Happy, he was the only man she had been with.

She would keep the baby; she knew that much. After a few days of deliberation, she decided Colt needed to know, and he needed to help her. She went to Earl’s one Saturday night.

Colt was there, in front of his fellow Vipers. They laughed and drank, and Colt had a young blonde girl on his lap, wearing a short skirt, and as anyone could very plainly see, no panties.

Colt saw Sherry but didn’t move to come speak with her. That was okay to Sherry, she wanted to say what she had to say in front of a crowd, so they would all know. Maybe his friends would talk sense into Colt if he reacted the way she feared. She walked to his table and the talking stopped, and every man and woman there looked at her.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, looking only at Colt. From the corner of her eye, she could see some mouths drop open.

Colt just laughed. “Congratulations.”

“It’s yours.”

“I’m too young and good looking to be a father,” Colt cracked, and the other Viper’s all laughed.

“I need your help.”

“I’ll pay for the abortion.”

“I’m keeping it,” Sherry said, anger rising in her voice.

“I don’t care. I won’t have anything to do with it. You’re probably just lying, trying to get me to take you back. It was just about sex, Love. I like to f*ck.”

Tears stung Sherry’s eyes, salty and hot, and she realized she had been an idiot. Of course, he would be like that. He wouldn’t ever do the right thing. She turned and hurried out of the bar.



6

Days passed, and Colt felt worse and worse. He had played the part in front of his friends. He had said what he was expected to say, not what he had really wanted to say. He had a few days to focus on what Sherry had said. She was pregnant. It was his. He could be a father, maybe a better one than his own old man. Surely he could do better than that * ever had. He could teach the kid right and wrong. Be there for him or her. Like his own father never had been.

He made up his mind, and he went to see Sherry. He knocked on her door one evening, but she didn’t answer. He knew she was home; her car was parked in the parking lot behind the apartment.

“Sherry, I want to apologize,” he said.

She didn’t speak to him. Eventually, he left.

He came back the next night, and then the next. A week of that went by, and on the ninth straight evening of him coming to speak to her, she let him in. She was dressed in sweatpants and an oversized tee shirt. Her belly was already showing.

“What?” she asked as he stood in her living room and she sat on the couch. He rubbed his arms. He was heavily tattooed, and he suddenly doubted he looked like most fathers.

“I want to make it work,” he said.

“No.”

“Please.”

Sherry sighed. “I don’t need you.”

“I fell in love with you. That’s why I ended it. I fell in love with you, and I freaked out,” Colt said.

“That’s nice,” Sherry said. Her face was one of anger and sadness, a perfect mix.

“Come with me to Earl’s,” he asked. “I want you there for something.”

“You aren’t serious,” Sherry said.

“Please?”

She sighed but relented. She drove her car, and he led the way on his motorcycle. They went inside, and the Vipers that were there drinking were surprised to see them together.

Colt stepped to the head of the table. Sherry hung back, arms over her belly protectively.

“I’m resigning as president of the Vipers,” Colt said, and the other members gasped.

“Why?” Davey asked.

“I want to be a father. I want to be with the woman I love,” Colt said, turning to look at Sherry. “It’s time I do the right thing. I love you all, I always will, but sometimes… you just have to grow up, and do what’s right.”

The Vipers begged him not to go, and they angrily indicated Sherry was behind it all, but Colt told them to shut up and deal with his decision. He and Sherry walked out of the bar. She turned on him by her car, and jabbed a finger in his face.

“You think that’s enough?” she asked. “Enough to make me forgive what you said? How you acted? Colt, you have to be real.”

“Rupert,” the man said softly.

“What?”

“My name is Rupert.”

Sherry looked at him, and her mouth fell open. “Rupert?”

“I know, it’s stupid. It was my great grandfather’s name. I never liked it.”

Sherry burst into laughter. “It makes you sound British.”

“I know, I know.”

“I see why you go by Colt.”

“Are you going to keep making fun of me?”

Sherry stopped laughing, but she went back to looking stern. “You deserve it.”

“I know I do.”

“I love you too, by the way.”

Colt smiled, and the pregnant woman stepped into his arms. They kissed.

They were married near Halloween, with a small service that had her family and friends from Oklahoma, and his side was all big biker guys with leather vests and with long gray beards.