Page 81 of Bleed Me

Saph gave Justice apologetic eyes but told me, “I could also be a surrogate mother for you two—”

“No!” insisted Justice as if they had discussed this before. “I am a Road Captain! My club is part of who I am. I cannot be fully responsible for a baby of my own.”

“Wait.” I blinked. “I’m so confused. I thought you couldn’t have children.”

Justice exhaled as if the subject was exhausting her. “A doctor could technically fertilize one of my own eggs with your sperm, and Saph would carry the baby for us.”

“Holy shit, babe.”

Her eyes closed as if seeing my excitement was too much. “Giver, we are Stallions. That, at times, has marks on our backs. Who would raise our child if we were killed?”

Neither of us had family left. She had another valid point.

Justice pointed to Saph. “We know her. We trust her. We love the mother of your child, James. Don’t let us miss out on the gift she’s offering. A gift that wouldn’t leave any of our own children homeless—”

Not wanting to think of a child of mine, alone and suffering, I raised my hands. “Mercy. Got it. I’m in. Fuck it.” Trying to ease the intensity of the conversation, I laughed. “Let’s knock a bitch up!” Glancing at both women, I finally asked, “So, what next? I spew in a cup in a couple of years?” Two sets of eyes darted elsewhere. “Wait. When are you two thinking this should happen?”

Justice scratched at her head, even though I know it wasn’t itchy. “Saph is already kind of on a medical insurance plan.”

“What?”

Saph quickly added, “It just would be so much easier if we got the diapers out of the way and had the kids close in age. Both will go to school so I can start a career of my own.”

“Holy shit. Had I known this was all coming, I’d have gone through a drive-thru for dinner.” I filled my fork. “So, have you already made an appointment with some—What kind of doc does this?” I took another huge bite.

“I’ll get the whiskey,” said Sapphire as she scrambled to the kitchen.

“Yeah, about that,” said Justice. “We’re taking a different route. One not exactly involving a doctor.”

Cough. Choke. Back to chattin’ with Jesus. “The fuck?”