Tats
When Summer reached the start of the third trimester, the guys helped make sure my schedule would keep me close to home. I was also not allowed to work alone, ensuring that if I didn’t answer my phone, the brother I was with for the day would be able to be used as a backup to get a hold of me. Most days, I was either with Axel or Knuckles. At the thirty-eight-week mark, I was stationed in the clubhouse so that I would be able to get to the hospital. Summer was also not left on her own. Jay was with her anytime I wasn’t home. This was more Jay’s idea than anything, and I was cool with it. Summer, on the other hand, was over the whole pregnancy thing. She was trying anything and everything she could to try and induce her labor. But so far, none of it was working. She wasn’t showing
