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Duchess will have her number.”
    That was an item I could check off my to-do list, and it meant I might be able to talk to her before Monday morning — to at least get an idea of what was going to be involved in being declared the twins’ biological father.
    “Thanks. I don’t suppose you happen to know the safest four-door car out there in the thirty-thousand dollar range? New or low mileage, I don’t care.”
    “My sister just bought a Maxima in part because it was listed as one of the safest, but I’m pretty sure she paid more for it,” said Paco.
    I nodded and filed the information away as I told them, “I don’t plan to bring the kids to the clubhouse anytime soon, but if I do, please do what you can to make their aunt feel welcome.”
    Now Ghost hugged me as he said, “Of course, brother.”
    “And as soon as they’re yours legally, we’ll get them on your health insurance,” said Brain. The MC has our own little group health insurance coverage. The wolves may not need it, but our kids do until their first change , and those with human spouses need it. We also have life insurance available. I hadn’t taken it out before, but I put signing up for it as another item on my mental to-do list. There’d been no one to list as a beneficiary, before.
    We stopped at a little country barbecue joint and ate our fill on the way home, and the conversation stayed on lighthearted subjects like mufflers and handlebars.
    A few brothers peeled off in different directions as we arrived in town, so there were only three of us to line our bikes up with the others when we reached the compound. I keep a laptop in my room at the clubhouse as well as the one I have at home, and I retrieved it and went back to the main room. I didn’t want to be alone right now, and I wasn’t ready to deal with the changes needed to my house just yet. The twins still shared a room at Connie’s house and I wondered how old they’d need to be before someone insisted they have their own. Her house was huge, there were plenty of bedrooms, so they were obviously still sharing because they wanted to.
    My initial thoughts were to give them each a room, with a shared room in between, but there are no rooms in my house I could easily configure to make it work. Perhaps just a door between the rooms, with beds situated for now so they can still see each other at night when it’s open.
    I called the Duchess and asked her for Sam’s home number, and then took a deep breath and called Sam. This early on a Friday I expected to leave a message, but she answered.
    I introduced myself and then dove in. “I apologize for taking up your Friday afternoon with work business, but I’ve just discovered I’m a father to children I didn’t know existed. I’m told there’s no father listed on their birth certificates and I’m trying to get an idea of what’ll be involved in having myself legally declared their biological father.” She didn’t say anything so I told her, “I’m not asking for free legal advice — I’m fully prepared to write a check for whatever size retainer you think this will take.”
    “That isn’t why I hesitated, I was just considering how to tell you everything you need to know. First, if you’re declared the father then you might be liable for not only child support moving forward, but also all of the child support you haven’t paid over the years. It isn’t a given, but you need to be aware of the possibility.”
    “Their mother is dead and they’re being raised by their aunt. I have no intentions of screwing her over, and I’m hoping she’ll be agreeable to slowly letting the kids get used to coming to my house before we make it permanent, but my end goal here is to have full custody. I don’t think she’ll go after me for four years of back child support, but if she does — so be it. I want my kids.”
    “How did you find out they’re yours, and are you sure they are?”
    “The mother left my information in her