decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She smiled and nodded over to him. “He can stay pissed. I came to see you. Give you your birthday present and .... here’s a little picture of your nephew.” She smiled passing him the gift bag along with the sonogram photo.
Ivar frowned. “She’s the mother of my child. Just because that threatens you doesn’t mean shit.” He muttered shaking his head.
Ivar frowned. “She’s the mother of my child. Just because that threatens you doesn’t mean shit.” He muttered shaking his head.