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rang three times before Brant answered. Since she was intimately acquainted with how small his house was, she almost hung up.
    “ Hello.”
    Her breath caught, hearing the sound of his voice. It was like a blow to her solar plexus and caused her to close her eyes. “It’s me.”
    There was a long pause before he simply said, “Garland.”
    She heard the lingering pain in his voice and hated herself for causing it. “I have news.”
    “ Okay.”
    “ I’m pregnant.”
    Another long pause. “I thought you were on the pill?”
    “ I am. Was. It’s not guaranteed.”
    “ So what do you want to do?”
    “ I’m having a baby in April.”
    “ You’re keepin’ him.”
    She heard relief in Brant’s voice. “Of course I’m keeping it.”
    “ No. I didn’t mean keepin’ him like that. I meant you’re not thinkin’ about adoption or any shit like that. Because I have dibs.”
    “ Dibs?” She smiled. “You’re calling dibs on the baby?”
    There was a part of her that was thrilled that Brant wanted to be father to their child.
    He let out a long breath. “Yeah, if you didn’t want to raise him, I would make it work. Somehow. Gonna be hard for me to be part of his life if you stay in Yankeeland.”
    “ I guess. Okay, then. I just wanted you to know.”
    “ Garland.” His heart seized with panic knowing she was about to hang up. He didn’t know what to say. He just knew that he didn’t want to let go of that little piece of Garland, her voice on a phone that was fifteen hundred miles away.
    “ Yes?”
    “ How are you?”
    She sighed into the receiver. “School is okay. I like business better than I thought I would.” Pause. “How about you?”
    “ I miss you. I wish you’d change your mind. Especially now.”
    “ I think about you a lot. But we made the right decision.”
    Brant barked out a laugh. “ We didn’t decide this. You did.”
    She sighed again. “Let’s don’t fight. I called Dad first and it was… hard.”
    Brant relented and backed off, as he always did. He couldn’t stand to think about her hurting. Fucking David St. Germaine had some karma coming and Brant fantasized about being the one to serve it up.
    “ Okay. Are you… stayin’ in school?”
    “ This semester. At least. Next semester… well, with an April baby…”
    “ Yeah. Let me know if you need anything?”
    “ Sure.”
    “ Or just want to talk?”
    It was her turn to pause. “Hearing your voice just makes it harder.”
    “ Yeah.” Brant wasn’t accustomed to the sting of tears threatening. He was a bad-ass second generation biker. Not a slobbering little pussy-face bitch. “I’m here if you change your mind. At least give me regular updates about the baby.”
    “ Okay, bye.” She started to hang up and then called out. “Brant?”
    He heard her voice and brought the phone back to his ear. “Yeah?”
    “ Why do you keep calling the baby ‘he’?”
    He smiled.
     
    On May 1st, when the sun resided in the constellation of Aries, Garland St. Germaine gave birth to two big beautiful boys. Identical twins. She named them Brandon and Brannach.
    When she’d learned that the ‘baby’ was actually babies, she and Brant Fornight had many long talks before deciding that he would take one home to Texas and she would keep the other. The first time she saw the boys, she regretted that decision with all her soul. But she was also grateful for the gift of that choice because the look on Brant’s face when he held Brannach told her that it was the right thing to do. She knew that little boy would help heal the scar that she’d left on her biker’s heart.
    They decided together that it would be easier on the boys to not know about each other. So, on the birth certificates, Brandon was given the surname St. Germaine and Brannach became a Fornight.
    It was 1988 when Brant boarded a plane for Austin with a brand new baby and an ache in his heart that never went away.
     

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