legs—not that any fucker would dare try. But she couldn’t even stand her doctor being between her legs. It was because of all of the years of abuse by those bastards in the cult. Forcing her legs open and fucking her until she bled.
I kept my eyes on her as the doctor rolled her chair back, got to her feet and said, “We’re ready for you to start pushing.”
Mae took a deep breath and said to me, “River . . . I am scared.”
My chest fucking snapped. I couldn’t fucking stand her in pain. Was gonna fucking explode seeing her like this. But I kept my shit together. Leaning down, I put my ear to her ear. “Y-you got this, b-babe. I’m h-here. I fucking love y-you and I’m h-here. Y-yeah?”
Mae breathed out, and her hand slackened around mine. “Yes.”
“Mae, on your next contraction, I want you to push, okay?” Mae nodded at her doctor. And she did as she was told.
It was brutal. It was fucking torture to watch my bitch go through so much pain. But she never fell apart. She fucking held onto my hand and pushed and pushed, until the doctor lifted her head from between Mae’s legs and said, “One more push, Mae, and your son will be here.”
“Charon,” Mae whispered and smiled up at me. She was exhausted. But I could see her excitement in her perfect fucking face. Her wolf eyes locked on mine. “His name is Charon,” she told the doctor.
“Then next push, and Charon will be here.”
“You good, b-babe?” I said in Mae’s ear.
“He will be here soon, Styx. Our son . . . our boy.” A lump the size of Mars fucking clogged my throat. I kissed her, then Mae was pushing. My bitch gave it all she fucking had in her tiny body. Then the sounds of crying filled the room.
My head snapped to the doctor, and my stomach fucking dropped when she lifted our baby onto Mae’s chest. Mae’s hand slipped from mine and wrapped around our kid. I was fucking dumbstruck as I stared down at him. At Mae crying, holding him and looking at him like he was already her fucking world.
“Oh, my goodness . . .” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He is perfect, Styx.” She looked up to me and smiled though fucking tears. “Charon . . . our little Charon.”
I stared down at Mae and Charon and couldn’t fucking breathe. The python that was always wrapped around my throat squeezed tight. I wouldn’t be able to talk. But I didn’t fucking care. I had my woman, and now I had my son . . .
I had a fucking son.
“Styx,” Mae whispered and held out her hand. I put my hand in hers and she pulled me down. I kissed her lips. “Look, River. Meet Charon. Meet your boy.” I did as she said. He had dark hair. I didn’t think kids had hair when they were born. But Charon did. Black hair . . . just like Mae. My chest tightened when I studied his little face. But then he opened his eyes, blue eyes, and I was fucking done. He had black hair and blue eyes.
Just like fucking Mae.
“They might change,” Mae said, reading my damn mind. I looked at my woman. “All babies are born with blue eyes.” But I didn’t think they would change. Mae’s eyes were fucking perfect. Made sense our son would have them too.
The doctor took Charon away and cleaned him up. The nurses took care of Mae. But it wasn’t long before Charon was back in Mae’s arms. I was pretty fucking sure no one had ever looked so good holding a baby. I sat on the edge of Mae’s bed, my arm around her, touching my son’s cheek. I was clearly fucking tired too, because in that moment all I thought about was my mama. She must have felt like this too. My old man wouldn’t have given a shit about me. I doubted the cunt was even there when I was born.
I watched Mae kiss Charon’s head, tears rolling down her face in happiness, and my heart fucking cracked. This, right here . . . it was all I’d fucking dreamed of. Ever since I’d met the girl behind the fence with the wolf eyes and weird voice. It’s all I’d ever wanted. To have her as my bitch and our kids running around my club and my feet.