“But it’s too early,” I said, trying to find my voice as my body rang out in pain.
“I know, love. But we will get you fixed up.” I could feel hands and then pain, “She’s dilating already,” Doc said to Jameson and William. “Starla, I know you feel like you want to push, but you can’t do that right now. We have to get you to the hospital.”
I let out another scream as another contraction ripped through my body. “You remember the first night we met?” I could hear Jameson’s voice now and I tried to focus on it as hard as I could. “I pulled up in front of Ana’s and you came walking out, almost couldn’t breathe you were so beautiful.” I tried to take breaths as he spoke, doing my best to stay in a rhythm that would hold off the contractions. “That whole night I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” His voice was shaking now and I could hear the sadness in his voice as he looked down at me, scared of what was going to happen next. “Love you, baby. No matter what happens, I want you to know how much I love you.”
“I love you too, Jameson.” I tried looking up at him, searching desperately for the eyes that I loved so much, but the room went dark around me and I could no longer hold on.
Chapter Eight
The ambulance arrived shortly after and I was rushed to the hospital. I came too with a doctor and nurse scrambling around me to get my IV’s and monitors hooked up. William was on one side and Jameson on the other, both of their faces scared and over their leather pants were make shift scrubs. Every time I think back to that day, I can’t help but smile at the two bad ass bikers dawning seafoam green scrubs. Shortly after they got me stabilized I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named James Allen MacDowell Jr., after his father.
He was tiny when we held him for the first time, and was quickly whisked away to have tests done to make sure he was going to be ok. They kept me in the hospital for a few days and then released me to go back home. I was pretty sure they were tired of all the bikers coming in and out to make sure that I was ok. Jameson stayed by my side the entire time, yelling at my nurses if I needed more pain medicine or if I needed something to eat. I cried when we had to leave James at the hospital, but after another month and a half he was finally released to come home.
“Ok, son. You have to be good for your mum. Daddy has to go on a run this weekend, but I promise I’ll be back soon.” I could hear Jameson from inside of James’ room as I stood on the other side of the door smiling.
“What are you up to in here?” I pushed the door open as I brought the basket of laundry in to fold.
“Just asking him what kind of motorcycle he is wanting when he grows up,” Jameson said, smiling up at me as he held James in his arms, James sound asleep.
“I think he might need to get a little bigger first. He’s only seven weeks old, he can’t even hold up his own head,” I teased.
“I could get a side car for him, he could ride with me everywhere,” Jameson joked as he stood from the rocker and placed James down in the crib that William had made us. “William will be by this evening to check on you.”
“He doesn’t have to do that. We will be fine,” I countered.
“Aye, but you know he likes coming to spend time with James. He doesn’t think Knox will ever have children.” Jameson wrapped his arms around my waist, I could feel his erection rubbing against my ass through his leather pants. “You wanna start on number two?”
“You’re insatiable,” I teased as I turned to him and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me off toward our room.
Eight months later we got married, in a beautiful little ceremony at the cottage. My parents had been able to fly in, and so did Joni and her new boy toy. As I said I do, I was already pregnant with our second child, another boy, who made it much easier on me when it came time to go in labor. Over the years we had weddings, including Johanna and Doc, and Ana and McGee, a lot of new faces, including a quiet girl named Quinn, but our James and William were the only babies. They were spoiled terribly by their aunts and uncles at the club. William took to Knox, following him around everywhere he went. If Knox wore a certain color shirt, William wanted one exactly the same.