History

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Pulling onto the Teller Morrow lot, I find a parking spot and get out. Walking up to the office, I see am woman sitting at the desk and I speak. "Excuse me." I say. She looks over and asks "Can I help you?" I step inside the office and ask softly "I was wondering if a Bobby Munson worked here?" She looks at me suspiciously and asks "Who wants to know?" I hold out my hand and say "My name is Emie Hastings." I tell her. "What do you need with him?" she asks. "I think he might be my father." I tell her. She sighs and says "Wait here." She walks out of the office and a few minutes later, a man walks in and looks at me. I stand from the couch and hold out my hand. "Mr Munson, my name is Emie Hastings. I think you might have known my mom at one point, Lisa Jacobs?" I ask. His eyes widen a little and I say "I think you might be my father." I tell him. "What are you wanting?" he asks softly. "Just a paternity test. If it says I'm not yours, I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again. If it says I am, all I ask is one conversation to get to know you a little and then I'll leave you alone." I tell him. "Can you follow me to the hospital? We have someone on staff that can help us." he says and I nod.

We pull up to the hospital and head inside. Walking up to an office, he knocks on the door and a woman answers. "Bobby? What are you doing here? Everything okay?" she asks. "Yeah. Everything's fine sweetheart. Just need a favor." he says and she nods, letting us in. "What do you need?" she asks and I still haven't met her eyes. I barely met his. "Paternity test." he says. She nods and gets the swabs to do the test. Once she swabs both of the inside of our cheeks, she says "I'll put a rush on this." He nods before she walks out of the room. I look at him and say "Thank you for this." He smiles softly and says "No problem sweetheart." A little later, the woman comes back in and says "Well, Bobby, looks like this young lady is your daughter. 99.9% match." she tells us and I feel a tear fall. "Hey, it's okay." he tells me. I nod and we thank her before leaving the room.

Walking out of the hospital, he asks "Where are you staying?" I look up and say "At the Charming Inn." He smiles and says "Follow me back to the clubhouse. We can get to know each other a little more." he tells me and I nod. "Can I hug you?" I ask. "Yeah sweetheart. You can." he says and pulls me into a hug and I feel more tears fall. He wipes my tears and says "I'm not going anywhere." I nod and follow him to the clubhouse.

Pulling up, he gets off his bike and I get out of my car. The lady from before walks up and asks "What did the test say?" Bobby looks at her and says "She's my kid." The woman looks at me and says "Well, I'm Gemma. You need anything sweetheart, you tell me." I nod and say "Thank you." Bobby takes my hand and walks towards one of the picnic tables and I see a few others with the same kutte as his and one with blonde hair asks "Who's this?" Bobby looks at them and almost looks proud and says "This is Emie Hastings. My daughter." They all look at him shocked and he says "I didn't know about her." They all nod their understanding and they all take turns introducing themselves and welcoming me to the family.

We walk to a table and sit down. He says "Tell me a little about you." he says. "I'm twenty-five. Mom raised me in Georgia. She got married and gave me his last name telling me my entire life that he was my father. I have a younger brother that looks just like him but I don't." I tell him. "How did you find out about me?" he asks. "I always suspected something wasn't right, that she was keeping something from me. I finally asked mom's best friend if there could be anyone else that could be my father and she gave me your name and told me that this was the last place she knew you lived." I tell him. "What made you think she was keeping something from you?" he asks. "I have a lot of anxiety issues and depression because of how I grew up. She told me that he, now, ex-husband was my father. I remember letters from when he was on prison telling me one week that I was his kid and that he loved me and all that shit and then the next week I wasn't his kid and when he got out he was going to find me and kill me. But here's the thing. She never made any effort to hide me in case he did come after me. But I won't know if I actually saw the letters or if she told me that was what was in the letters. I asked her one time about the letters and she said she gave them to her lawyer and gave me his name. I met with him and he had no memory of my mother and no letters. Even as I was leaving to find you, she still told me that her ex was my father." I tell him. "Shit baby. You've been through it." he says. "Yeah." I say sadly. "Tell me about you?" I ask. "Been in the club about twenty years now. Met your mom when I was working in San Fran as an Elvis impersonator." he tells me and my eyes go wide. "What?" he asks. "I love Elvis. Mom said I was weird because when I was little, I wouldn't go to sleep unless she played Elvis." I tell him and he smiles. We talk a little more and he says "I'll follow you to the hotel." I look at him and say "Thank you for this." He moves to kiss my cheek and says "My pleasure. How long are you planning on staying?" he asks. "You gave me my conversation so, I guess just another day or two." I say sadly. "I'll have Gemma set you up a dorm here. You can stay as long as you want. I'd actually like to have you around for awhile if you're okay with that?" he asks. I look at him shocked and smile and say "I'd like that. But would it be okay if I called you Dad?" I ask. "Absolutely sweetheart." he tells me.

A few minutes later, we head to the hotel. "Get your things. I'll check you out." he tells me and I nod. I get my things and get them in my car and we head back to the clubhouse. Pulling onto the lot, a guy with a mohawk and a guy with a patch that says prospect come running up to get my things. "Gemma has a dorm set up for you. It's the third door on the right." the one with the mohawk says. "Thanks." I say softly.

We walk into the clubhouse and I see girls barely dressed and look at my dad. "Those are croweaters. Don't mind them. You're family. They give you shit, you tell me." he says and I nod. A man with bright blue eyes and black curly hair comes walking over with another man with him. The other man is covered in tattoos and had brown, almost black eyes. "Who's this pretty lady, Bobby?" the one with the blue eyes asks. "This is Emie. She's my kid." he tells them and they both looked shocked. "Please tell me the redheaded rattlesnake isn't your mom?" the man asks. "No. Mine is in Georgia." I tell him, a little confused. "Emie, this is Tig and this one here is Happy." he introduces us. "Hells bells, we got a Princess." Tig says and Bobby pulls me to him and says "Yes we do." I look up at him and he kisses the top of my head. For the first time in a long time, I feel like things might be okay.