A/N
Hello guys, this is a story I've started and felt quite hyped about! This is just the prologue, the real story will start at the next chapter :)
I mainly only write male ocs' and I haven't decided yet if he will be straight or gay so please be prepared for that (He won't pair with anyone from SAMCRO)
Hope you all enjoy
Prologue
''I'm pregnant, it's your child,'' the woman spoke into the phone, a frown forming on her brows as the voice on the other end went silent. She could hear him breathe, his low curse just below a whisper. She'd thought long and hard over her decision to tell him about their child, they hadn't expected one. They'd only meet for a brief time during the lowest time of his life, he'd just lost a son and was burdened with everything surrounding his club.
He'd run away from his hometown, leaving everything behind. He needed to think about what he wanted for his future, for his remaining family and club. It was just by chance that he'd stumbled into the beautiful waitress working at Kenny's', long chocolate waves framing a sharp feminine face. Her eyes wise for her age, dark and rich in color making him want to bury into their warmth. She was a beauty and he was lost in grief, it had been a stupid move on his part but one he'd needed to be able to keep going. He'd taken her to bed, had stayed in her embrace for a week before finally turning his harley back home. They hadn't spoken since, until now.
He glanced at his wife, smiling down at their son as the boy with the sunny blond hair and baby blue eyes tried on his fathers' helmet. They'd been planning to go for a ride, his son had been asking him the whole day. He sighed before looking away from his family, ''You know I can't let this get out but I'll support whichever decision you make.''
''I wanna keep it,'' her voice was firm, she'd thought a lot about it and decided that even though the child would grow up without a father she still wanted to keep it.
''Alright,'' he felt his lips stretch into a small smile, secretly pleased by her decision to keep their child. He glanced back at his family, guilt heavy in his gut, ''Call me if you need anything.''
She promised she would before they ended the call, he let out another sigh not knowing how to feel about the situation he'd gotten himself into. He felt a heavy gaze on him and he looked at his wife, she was studying him the way she always did to people she believed were keeping secrets.
It was just a matter of minutes before she dropped the question, her expression impossible to read, ''Who was that?''
''Just one of the guys,'' he stated simply, waving off the suspicious look on his wife's' face. She fixed him with another stern look before shrugging it off as she turned towards their son, the death of their youngest still raw as they looked at their eldest.
...
She screamed as she did the last push, eyes squeezed shut as the pressure finally let up on her and tears of pure relief flooded her eyes. The sound of her baby boys' first scream causing her to slump back against the pillow, she'd never thought she'd get tired of that sound that confirmed the fact that her baby boy was alive and healthy. A big calloused hand gently brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead, she turned her head to gaze up at the man who'd helped her make the beautiful infant. He smiled down at her, gentle brown eyes looking so proud at her efforts.
''Does the father want to hold him?'' one of the nurses asked while holding the small bundle out towards the man, a huge grin split his lips as he took the baby. He cradled the small infant close to his chest all while making sure the mother could see him, he was so tiny in the big bikers embrace.
They gazed down at him, eyes filled with love as they took in the different features their son had gotten from them. They chuckled as a small sneeze left the small baby's' nose, his father gently stroking his cheek before looking towards the mother, ''What's his name?''
''I wanna name him Caleb,'' she said softly, searching his eyes for approval. He chuckled as he cooled down at the baby, asking it if he liked the name. The baby slowly blinked his eyes open, big and bright in all shades and colors ranging from blue to brown. The mother smiled at the sight, ''Caleb Thomas Teller.''
He looked at her in surprise, he hadn't thought she'd want him to have anything to do with her and their child after the birth. He felt tears prickle in his eyes, the mention of his dead son and the fact that she'd name their son after him making his old biker heart soft. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, it would most likely be their last.
...
The news of Johns' death came through a short phone call from an unknown caller, a member of the club who was doing his old friend one last favor. The call ended but she didn't put the phone down, instead of listening to the beeping. Her son shifted on her lap, singing a song he'd heard on TV in broken words. Silent tears flowed from her eyes, tears from a man she'd only met a handful of times but still shared a son with. Their romance had been brief and wrong but their connection had been real, she remembered how he'd said that in another universe they'd been married and happy.
She looked down at their son, only two years old and still obvious to the horrors of the world. The man on the phone had told her to stay away from Charming, Johns' death hadn't been an accident and she and her son would do good to forget about the father of her son.
...
Several years had passed by and they were stood at the side of Highway 580, her hand clutching onto her sons as she looked down at the memorial. Her son looked bored beside her not knowing the meaning of their visit, his gentle grey-blue eyes he'd most likely inherited from her own father looking down at his father grave. She still hadn't told him about the identity of his father, seven years of age the questions had started as he watched his friends get picked up by their fathers.
''Mom, can we go now?'' he asked as he tugged lightly on her hand to get her to come with him to the car, she chuckled sadly reminding herself the benefits of not telling him the truth of his father.
They climbed back into the car, she cast one last glance at the memorial before driving off. It didn't take long until they drove past the sign that welcomed them to Charming, to the town where everything started.
