Ryder looks at me puzzled

Shit Sav. You should not have said that. Now things are going to be weird between Ray and Ryker. I am SUCH an idiot.

"So angel are you coming home with me or what?" He stares me down

"uhmmmmmm" I murmur not really knowing what to say

"well do you want to or not? We could play 20 questions... I have lots of things I still need to get to know about my baby mama" He winks at me... cheeky

"Sure" I smile " the game was the dealer breaker just so you know. I don't want it to be awkward when the baby gets here"

he nods his head " sure it was angel, sure it was"

I grab my bag of the kitchen island and slip my coat on. " See ya Momma by Daddy" I yell.

They both make there way into the kitchen. "It was so lovely to meet you Ryker" my mom says "Take good care of my grand baby Sav" 

I wave good bye as i lead the way out of the entry hall

"Yep.. all over it momma"

Ryker insits we take his truck so I leave my car at my parents house. As we are driving back to the club house he takes my hand and pulls it up to his lips and kisses it.

"Thanks for letting me meet your parents Angel"

" Well its not really like I had a choice. You were kind of there"

"I know well thanks for telling them about the baby and introducing me as the dad"

"Ofcourse Ryker. You are the babies dad and I'll never not include you or be spiteful'

"Well thanks for not freaking out?" He's grasping at straws here so I relax

"I did play it pretty cool didn't I" I let out with a grin on my face

"So cool Angel"

We are walking to Rakers room and I can hear a loud commotion. Once we get into the main room I see all of his brother in a heated game of pool. Zaid is hollering up a storm and Madden is trying o defend himself to his brother and I can see Harlan sitting back sipping his beer.

"Whats happening there?" I say as I nod over towards his brother

"Lets go find out why don't we" he smirks

We make our way over to the pool table and stand on the edge. Ryder docent say anything he just takes in the situation. God these men look like a couple of school boys the way they are bickering and carrying on.