Six Bikers Walked Out Of The Maternity Ward With My Dead Sister’s Newborn Baby

They saved my life, Cat. When I was at my lowest, when I was using drugs and selling myself to survive, the Iron Guardians took me in. Got me clean. Paid for my rehab. Helped me get my GED. Got me my first real job.

Marcus and I fell in love during my recovery. He was twenty years older than me but he was the kindest man I’d ever met. He never judged me. Never made me feel like I was damaged.

He died in a motorcycle accident eight months ago. Two weeks after I found out I was pregnant.

My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold the paper. Sarah had been homeless? On drugs? I hadn’t known. I’d been living three states away, building my career, barely calling her once a month.

I kept reading.

The Iron Guardians are Marcus’s family. His brothers. They’ve been taking care of me since he died. Paying my rent. Buying baby supplies. Coming to every doctor’s appointment.

They know about my heart condition. They know there’s a chance I won’t survive delivery. And they made me a promise. If anything happens to me, they’ll raise my baby. Marcus’s baby. They’ll raise him in the club, surrounded by men who loved his father.

Cat, I know you’re hurt. I know you’re confused. I know you thought you’d be the one to raise him. But you have your own life. Your career. Your apartment that doesn’t allow children. You never wanted kids.

These men do. They want him. They’ve been waiting for him. They’ve already built a nursery in the clubhouse. Already bought a crib and toys and tiny leather jackets.

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