Anarchist Season 2 Book 3 Read online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
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It felt like it should be impossible, like someone like me should never have been a part of this miracle. And that’s what he felt like, my little miracle. A whole fucking human being and he was mine, a part of me.

I see now why men and women lose their minds when they become parents. Why once rational people can suddenly morph into something completely foreign. I know because a hell of a lot had already changed for me in the last few minutes since he came into the world.

It’s an indescribable feeling, one I can’t put into words. But it’s all consuming, like nothing that came before meant as much as the little being I now held in my arms. I buried my nose in his hair to hide the tears in my eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks that he came into this world whole.

“Whoa he’s a bruiser Law, my wife kick you out of your own room?” Lyon pulled the blanket back to take a look and as he did it I realized in that moment that there was something missing; the something I’d been trying to ignore all night, the one thing that could put a dark cloud over my joy.

I’ve been able to go for long periods of time without thinking about my parents and little sister and what had been done to them, but in that moment when Lyon pulled back the blanket it smacked me in the face as something my dad would’ve done and in much the same way.

I choked back emotion as I thought of how proud he and mom would’ve been, how happy with their first grandchild. Mom especially, and little sis. She would’ve made a great aunt, the way she loved kids and animals. And thinking about her, about them, broke my heart.

I listened to the voices around me and nodded my head in acceptance of their well wishes but my heart was splintered. I shook my head when I realized where my mind was going. No, I can’t let them take this away from me too, Royce and his son.

My family would not have wanted that I’m sure. They would’ve wanted me to be happy, to welcome my son, their grandson into the world with all the pomp and circumstance he deserved.

I put a smile on my face and showed my boy off until I was allowed back in the room with his mother. I stopped in the doorway to thank both Kat and the doc who were on their way out before heading inside with our son.

“Let me see him.” She held her arms out for him with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She didn’t look like the half dead being I’d left just a half an hour ago. Kat had cleaned her up, even brushed her hair and swear to fuck she was wearing lipstick, fucking women.

I put her son in her arms and sat next to her on the freshly made bed being careful not to jar her. “He’s beautiful!” There was a sense of awe in her voice when she said this and I was amazed once again at the resilience of women. The little shit had damn near killed her but here she was cooing at him.

“He looks like me!” I tickled his fat cheek with my finger. No wonder Dana Sue had been eating everything that wasn’t nailed down; my son has to be about nine pounds and is about half her size in length. Damn!

“I can see that, and I think it’s very unfair to say the least. I did all the work after all.” Her ass!

“That’s not how I remember it. What I remember is me on top of you pumping away…”

“Lawton Daniels!” She covered the kid’s ears and I rolled my eyes. “He doesn’t know what I’m saying Dana Sue.” I hope she doesn’t have plans on me curtailing my speech because she, and he, are fuck outta luck if that’s her deal.

He started fussing and she whipped out her tit like a pro. The little piglet latched on and I watched her doing the shit she’d learned over the last few months. Her smile grew wider when he got it right and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

It’s amazing where my mind was going tonight, the things I was thinking about. Like how she came to be mine. The fact that I’d found her in the midst of my worst hell, when I wasn’t even looking.

I remember how I’d fought having any kind of feelings for her, and now, as I look at the two of them the thought that I could’ve missed out on all of this left me cold and I hugged her just a little bit closer.


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