To be fair, Jax hadn’t said when he would call. And there was nothing stopping Cassidy from swinging by The Road and checking in. But this baby would come whether his daddy was on board or not. Please let me just be fat and crazy, Cassidy prayed with almost every breath. Cassidy was too old and had his s**t too together to mope around waiting for some skinny-ass twenty-one-year-old to relearn how to dial the f*****g phone. Or so he told himself as he steadfastly went about his business of getting fatter and more afraid every day.
What the f**k was he going to do with a baby? Where would it sleep? What would it eat? Never mind how in hell was he going to explain it? To his colleagues, his constituents…hell, his neighbors, for that matter? What was he going to do, find a T-shirt at the Oslo
