Goof Since it was Silvy’s last night shift and she would be off early I figured I would hang out at the clubhouse tonight. Shoot a few games of pool and try to beat Ace. Have a few beers with my brothers, and catch up with them until Silvy was getting off work. I knew after the baby was born I wasn’t going to come to hang out first the first few weeks. All the brothers stayed close to home unless they had to come to the club for business. And for the first week after the baby was born the brothers did club meetings through a secure video conference. My brothers are hands-on dads and I plan on being the same way. And visiting with my brothers while Silvy is at work doesn’t take away time I could spend with her. Not that she ever said a word about me going out. Hell, she encouraged it. That is just the type of woman she is. She doesn’t need me by her side all the time. And we are out together she doesn’t hang off me like a lifeline. I am leaning over the pool table, I have my shot li
Silvy Goof didn’t get a chance to say anything because my dad was yanking me out of Goof’s arms into his. Dad patted me all over like he was checking for broken bones. “ Princess, did they hurt you? If there is a scratch on you I will kill them.” my dad said. A typical dad wanting to kill anyone who hurt may have hurt his princess. Normally I would calm him down and tell him I had it handled. This time he can have at it. Those bastards threatened my baby. I want them to feel pain. I don’t get a chance to answer my dad because I was hit with another contraction. I have been having them steadily for the past ten minutes or so. I grab my dad’s shirt with both fists, lay my head on his chest, groan, and take deep breaths in through my nose and out my mouth. My dad rubs my back as I breathe. “ Princess, are you in labor?” Dad asked. All I could do is nod against his chest. Dad starts barking orders at whoever is close while I ride out the contraction. “ Goof, grab a wheelchair. We need
Goof Five hours. Five long hours is how long Silvy has been in labor. For the first three hours, I had to watch my girl in pain and the was nothing I could do about it but hold her hand. As she headed into hour four the pain was too much and Silvy got an epidural. I held her as the doctor put a needle in her back. We had gone over it in birthing class and I knew it was one of Silvy’s wishes but it wasn’t easy to watch. I chose to lean my head down by Silvy’s ear and whisper words of encouragement instead. When the doctor was done Silvy was able to get some rest. DR. Ross our obstetrician said Silvy was going to need her strength for the next part. The delivery itself. When Silvy fell asleep Gena came in and told me the waiting room was filling up. Tony watched over Silvy while I went out there to give an update. When I got out there Meathead was waiting with Viper, Lilly, Tank, and Axel. I gave them a quick overview of what was going on so far which was pretty much waiting for the
Silvy Most would say that giving birth was the hard part. They are wrong . It was going to happen afterwards that is going to be the hard part. Goof and I have to figure out if we can parent together and make our relationship work. It is still in the beginning stages and when you add a new baby to the mix. Everything could go to hell and I could loose Goof and be a single parent. That was the original plan anyway. So it will be alright. I could do that. I still have everything in place for that to happen. But the lose of Goof and little Anthony’s, Ant for short, father. I will deal with that tomorrow. Right now I just want to hold my son again. Gena hasn’t brought him back yet. Mary helped me change out of my gown to a clean one after making sure all the birth fluids were cleaned off me i’m still pretty numb from the epidural.. Dad stepped outside while this was happening. I had just laid back down when Goof and my dad walked in. Goof came and sat beside me. “ Everyone says to cong
GoofAnthony has been home for two weeks now. I have never been so tired in my life. Silvy is taking on the majority of the work. For the first week Silvy was the only one feeding Ant because she refused to pump her milk. She said it was her job to feed the baby. I sat down with her and explained that I wanted to feed him too so I could bond with my son like she gets to. Silvy started pumping the next day. Silvy still only lets me feed him during the day. She does all the night time feedings. I have woken up several times to an empty bed only to find Silvy in the nursery rocking Ant both fast asleep. I put them both back to bed. I have asked why Silvy doesn't wake me up to help for the night time. You know what she told me? She told me since I still had club business and the dispensary to worry about she wanted to make sure I got plenty of sleep. So I started getting up with her until she agreed to let me handle a shift at night. That was all she was willing to gave. Yes, I still wor
Goof Our Anthony is two months old now. He stays up more and is more alert. Silvy and I have settled in to a working routine. And we are happy. Or I was. I love my son and my girl Silvy. I love them with everything in me. But today I need a break. Ant cried all day yesterday. No matter what Silvy did she couldn’t get him to stop for more than ten minutes. I tried myself but nothing worked. We both took turns through the night rocking him, trying to get him to eat, patting his back, Silvy even gas Ant gas medicine to try to help. Nothing worked. We were both exhausted. Silvy stayed downstairs in the living room so I could get some rest. I could still hear Ant through the night even if when I covered my ears with a pillow.I was only able to get a couple hours of sleep. When I woke up this morning I could hear Ant’s muffled cries though the closed door. What was wrong with that kid? I got up and checked the time. I had to be at the club in an hour for church. Fuck. I went to the bathr
Goof I’m at the club house in the afternoon relaxing with my brothers. I was having a beer, playing pool and catching up. It has been a day and a half since I left Silvy’s house. I have slept most of the time I was gone if I wasn’t working. Man, I needed it. I feel so much better and I’m not at risk of falling asleep at work. I was at the table talking with Rowdy waiting for my turn at the pool table when Lilly an Tank walked in. They made a bee line for me. Tank helped Lilly sit down before going to the bar to get them a drink. Once he had their drinks and was seated Lilly asked “ Goof, is Ant any better today?” “ What are you talking about?” I asked her. Did Silvy tell her that Ant has been crying for days? They are close friends. “ Oh, is it Silvy that is sick?” Tank asked. “ Huh?” I questioned. I have no clue what they are talking about. They look at each other then back to me. “ We saw Silvy with Ant at the emergency room yesterday so we thought one of them might be sick.” Lil
Goof When I heard Silvy’s voice coming the living room I felt two things. Thrilled that she was willing to talk to me and concern that I may have woken her up. I’ll make the sleep up to her I vow to myself. Even if I have to stay up with Ant for two days so Silvy I will do it. I will deal with that later. I need to talk to Silvy, beg and get her to take me back. Lilly was right when she said that Silvy didn’t need me. I needed her. I know there is a list of men as long as my arm that would love to take my place. They are just waiting for me to screw up. I can name five off the top of my head. Dez, Lilly’s drummer, for one and I’m sure Lilly would help them hook up. Casper has shown interest. Two doctors at the hospital and a male nurse. I’m sure if I looked into it there are more guys. Silvy having a baby with me will not be a problem for any guy that knows and wants Silvy. They would gladly step and to be a dad to Anthony. It is up to me to make sure that doesn’t happen. In place