Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 37

A/N: Hey babes, I can't believe I'm saying this....... but welcome to the last chapter of Addicted To You. I will not be including an epilogue with this story because I believe I can wrap up their story in this chapter, but they'll be included in all future DRH stories! As I've mentioned, I was unsure about this storyline, but I really felt like it was one I needed to tell. I so appreciate you guys trusting me and seeing this through!

P.S. Book 4 announcement is posted NOW!

Gabby's POV

"Hey there baby," I coo as I look down at the sleeping infant on my chest. He's grown so much in just a few weeks and every day we learn more about his little personality. He's quiet and strong. Even when he's wet or hungry he won't scream, he only whimpers. He'll be stoic and tough. He'll be a biker. Amber and Grease damn near guaranteed that with his name.

After three days, they finally decided on a name for this little baby: Forest Ryder Narrows. When they announced it, we had to all but duck tap Skillet's mouth closed as he tried to ask if they were sure. I mean, it is a little obvious naming the first Devil's Right Hand legacy Ryder, but they liked it, so I love it. I think it fits him perfectly, it's tough but it's steady, just like he'll be. Now, the only debate is if we will call him Forest or Ryder. The club is split right down the middle and Amber doesn't seem to have a preference.

"He still asleep?" Amber asks from the booth behind me. She brought the little guy to the clubhouse for the first time today so of course everyone is piled into the room for their turn in the game of pass-the-baby. I've been a little bit of a baby hog, though. As Godmother, I think that's my right.

I almost passed out when Amber and Grease brought Axe and me into the hospital room and asked us to be his Godparents, but we gladly accepted. It helps to have something else to focus on. He isn't a reminder of Dawson in a bad way. He's a reminder of how precious life is. He's a reminder that good things still exist in the world.

"Still sawing logs," I chuckle as I rub his back. He was born at a little over nine pounds, but he still feels so tiny in my arms. It's crazy this little bundle will grow into a whole-ass human being.

"Can the rest of us have a turn yet?" Clove pouts from the seat beside me.

"I guess I have to share the cuteness," I sigh as I hand the bundle off to his Aunt Clove.

"How are you feeling, Mama?" Grace asks Amber. Grease is in the other corner with some of the guys, but it's so sweet how he is constantly watching her and his son. He never takes his eyes off them in a protective yet enduring way.

"Good, finally starting to get around better," she answers.

"Lucky, it took me a solid month to be able to walk instead of waddle," Clove chuckles as she rocks the tiny baby in her arms.

"I miss when Sammie was that little," Wolf muses as he stares at the baby in his wife's arms.

"Don't go getting any ideas unless you are pushing out the next one," Clove quips with a laugh.

"Ugh, fine," he huffs as he goes to join the guys in the corner.

"Are you getting any sleep?" Shorty asks as she direct the conversation back to Amber.

"Oh yeah, I'm making Grease do all of the night time feedings, it's amazing," she laughs.

"So great," Grease says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

As I glance over at the guys, I notice Axe isn't there, which is weird considering this is his Godson. He must be stuck at the shop or something. It's Saturday, but he's picking up the slack at the shop since Grease is out on paternity leave, so he's probably just putting in overtime.