Free New Love (Angels Warriors MC Trilogy Book 0) by Dawn Martens

Mason Harris?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Moira’s in the hospital. She told me not to call you, but this is your child, too, so I told her too bad so sad.”
    “She okay?”
    “Yes, she’s fine, but they’re monitoring her. She had a fall, I guess, some bleeding.”
    It’s my fault. Fuckin’ hell, this is my fault.
    “I’ll be there soon.”
    I hang up and head to the hospital, hoping I haven’t fucked this up for good.  Would motherfuckin’ serve me right, though. I don’t deserve to be happy.
    When I get to the hospital, she doesn’t want me in her room, but Shawn from the garage is with her and convinces her to let me be present. I didn’t know they were so close. It hits me I have just been going through the motions and not really getting to know her the way she deserves.  I have used her and treated her like pure shit. Now, she might be losing a child.
    I feel so lost, but I don’t want to let her go. I don’t want her to give up on me, on us... if there really even is an ‘us’.

 
     
    I’m lying in the hospital bed, waiting for the ultrasound machine to come in the room, when I feel him. I look to Shawn, and she doesn’t even look the slightest bit guilty.
    “I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” Mason croaks.
    I don’t say a word. We can’t be us; we can’t be anything.
    “Moira, he’s talking to you,” Shawn states.
    “Duh,” I say to her rudely as I shoot her a glare.
    Just then, the doctor comes in with the machine. “Oh, hi there, you must be the father?”
    Mason nods as the machine is wheeled right next to the bed. “All right, let’s take a look, shall we?”
    Warm gel is rubbed across my stomach, and Mason keeps staring at me and my stomach. I have to look away from him. I can’t. I’ll break and beg him to be with me or something. My hormones are whacked.
    He moves the Doppler around on my stomach and then pauses. “Everything looks great, Moira. You are showing about eleven weeks.”
    “The first time,” Mason mumbles under his breath.
    Great. We conceived this child when we first had sex, which is when he called out his wife’s name. That will be a great story to tell Junior one day. Not.
    Could this be any more awkward?
    “Moira…” he starts, but I hold my hand up.
    “Let’s not do this whole thing. You aren’t ready. I should have walked away, but I thought I felt something and that maybe you did, too. I was wrong. I get it. I am moving forward. You are stuck in the past. I get it.”
    He doesn’t say anything, just keeps looking at my stomach while I wait for my discharge papers.

 
     
    After taking Moira home, even though she fought me on it, I drive away. I didn’t want to drive away. I wanted to stay, talk to her, but I also need to get my head on straight before that happens. I need to make peace with people.
    Knowing that Henry is here, since they officially moved in together, I pull up to Mona’s place. I knock on the front door and wait.
    Minutes later, the door opens and Henry stands there. When he goes to walk away to get Mona for me, I call to him. “Can we talk?”
    “Yeah,” he says quietly.
    I follow him into the study and sit down on the couch, him in the chair just off to the side.
    “I don’t blame you. Shit was on me, shit was on Trent, and I’m sorry,” I tell him.
    His eyes close, and he lets out a breath. “Mason, there is nothing you need to apologize for. I’ll always be here for you. Always.”
    We talk a little more. The weight of the guilt I’ve been carrying around is finally gone from my shoulders. Now to go to Eden. She deserves, more than anything, for me to stop being a dick.
    I ride over to their house, and Angel answers the door. “If you’re here to be a dick, leave.”
    I shake my head. “I’m not. I want to talk to Eden.”
    He stares at me, face blank, and then nods, letting me in the house.
    “Uncle Mason!” screams Glenna, Ethan, and Jessica, all at the same time, bursting my damn eardrums.
    “Hey,