The Biker's Hidden Baby

6 years later.

Lara's P.O.V

My hands shook as I opened the envelope. Tracey sat beside me on my bed. I couldn't bring myself to open it at the hospital, too heartbroken by the reality that all of this was blowing up in my face. I thought we had something, but I guess it was all lies. I tore open the envelope and stared at the contents that were once inside of it.

Tracey gasped loudly beside me, as I flipped over each picture... intimate pictures of Tanner and that woman, some naked and some of them were pictures of him looking at her longingly like he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her. How could he deceive me like this? They are clearly in love.

The check was for $300.000. I could use that to be f*****g set for a long time, but this check couldn't fill the hole in my chest, if I could just talk to him, if we could just meet in the middle. If he didn't want to be a part of our baby's life, I'd be okay with it but to pay me off like some f*****g hooker...

"I...'m sorry babe, I don't know what to say."

Tracey whispered.

"You don't have to be sorry, trace, this isn't your fault."

"What are you going to do?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I had no more tears left. Even though my heart was breaking into a million more pieces, I couldn't shed more tears.

"I'm going to see him."

"Oh, okay... I'll go with you. You know I'll always have your back."

She never judged, never questioned and that was why Tracey has been my best friend for so long. She always did have my back no matter what I was going through.

A few hours later, I was ready, and we were on our way back to the hospital, but I couldn't get my mind to stop with all the racing thoughts I had. Did he really write me that check? Did our time together really mean anything to him? I know I was told to stay away from him, but I needed to hear it from him.

I needed him to break my heart completely in order for me to know that it was really over. Tracey found a parking spot at the hospital and the two of us took off towards the entrance of the hospital on foot.

"I am here to see Tanner Cruz, please"

I said when we got to the front desk.

"Name please."

"Lara... Lara Huston."

"Just a moment please."

She said picking up her phone and dialing... she gave my name to whoever she spoke to, gave me a weird look and ended the call.

"Have a seat."

She said. 10 minutes later twiddle dumb and twiddle D appeared. I should have known.

"I thought I told you to stay away or are you here for more money?"

The older woman said.

"I want to speak to him."

This time my voice wasn't as broken and soft as it had been.

"Well he doesn't want to speak to you, do yourself a favor. Here is another check, abort that mistake and get on with your life."

The younger woman had a smirk on her face, while the older one waited for me to take the check.

"Do yourself and this world a favor, take that check and abort yourself, her and that mistake you call a son. The world would be a f*****g better place without you three."

I said, turning on my heel and walking out... all the tears returned and this time I didn't want to control them. I let them flow as we drove home.

Discouraged and distraught, I made the decision to keep my baby. They could call my baby a mistake and every other name they wanted to, but more than anything, this baby was mine and if nobody was going to protect it, I would... as the days past turned from weeks to months, my belly grew and the memories and heartbreak lessened.

I lived every day for my unborn child with the help of my mom and Tracey. I worked harder than I ever had to before. The check Tanner's mom gave me sat at the bottom of my shoe closet. I would never use their money. This child would be raised by me and me alone and if they decided to track me down and take my child, I would use that check and those photos as proof that they tried to pay me off.

Tanner's P.O.V

Five months after my accident and I still can't remember s**t, I had a fiancée, hot as hell, but she got on my f*****g nerves with all her whining... doctors told me I had selective amnesia, and that I should avoid past triggers... Mia, my fiancée, and my mother Aubrey begged me never to race again.

I said I'd stop, but the thrill of being on a bike again called to me. How could I give up on something I loved, something that not even my selective amnesia couldn't make me forget? So I pushed myself to get better to get back out there. I couldn't wait to feel the wind in my hair again, to hear the sound of my bike as I took her for a spin again.

6 years later.

3 years ago, I moved to New York for business, and it's just my luck that they have an even better motorcycle club here. I was fully recovered from my accident but the memories I lost never came back. I drove under the alias Viper. I never removed my helmet. The fewer people knew about me the better.

And it was safer if I remained a secret racer that way. My mother, who recently had a heart attack, wouldn't find out either. My unbeaten strike made me a legend. Being back on the racing track after so long, I was determined to better myself. I also found out that my dirt bike was tampered with.

I just didn't know who was behind it yet. I had many rivals, not only on the racing track but with my business as well, but I wasn't far from finding out the truth about who tried to kill me either.

Lara's P.O.V

"Thank you so much."

I said and hung up the call.

Things were finally starting to look up for me. It took me longer than I thought it would to get over a certain someone and what made it so much harder was that I had a reminder of him every single day. My son is now 6 years old, and he is a bundle of energy with a love for everything that has to do with motorbikes.

If that wasn't enough, Riley is a replica of his father. The older he got, the more he looked and acted like Tanner... a constant reminder of what or whom I had lost, but that didn't make me hate my son. I loved him so much more, not for the fact that he reminded me of Tanner, but because this beautiful little boy was mine.

"What was that about?"

Tracey asked me after I ended my call.

"I have an interview tomorrow."

"You have a job."

"I do, but this one offers so much more, and I'll have my own team if I get the job."

"You'll get it, congratulations Lara."

"Thank you."

"Well, let's go get you something for the interview then."

Tracey never missed an opportunity to shop. I got a few things and so did she, even though she had no damn interview. The following morning, I got ready for my interview and dropped Riley off at daycare. I remember the first day I dropped him off, I cried, and he ran off into the crowd of children. He didn't even look back at me.

I must have called his teacher more than 30 times that day just to check on him, and at the end of the day he didn't even want to leave... he had brought me so much joy, and he made me believe that even when it rains the sun always shines.