Page 2 of Peer & Coco

For him, working with Coco and living with her meant she was around all the time. He never would've survived without her. Hell, he still couldn't survive on his own.

"Let's get you settled." He carried Tyr into the living room. Plopping him down on the couch, he grabbed a diaper and quickly put it on his son.

Tyr grunted, his hands going to the tabs, trying to take the diaper off. He grabbed his son's little wrists and put his hands above his head, pinning him to the couch.

"No." He refused to let his son move. "You can't do that."

Picking up Tyr, he put him on his lap and grabbed the T-shirt and bib overalls on the arm of the couch and got his son dressed. Only then could he trust that Tyr would stay dressed and his diaper would stay on his butt.

He kissed Tyr's cheek. "No more fooling around."

His son grabbed his beard. Carrying him over to the playpen, he put his son inside with a handful of his toys.

"Be good." He palmed Tyr's head, straightened, and headed down the hallway toward the bedroom.

Coco came out of the bathroom. He stopped, before running into her.

"I bleached the tub." She held up a balled-up towel. "I have the bedding in the washer."

"I could've done that." He sniffed, the scent in the house went from putrid to flowery.

"I sprayed air freshener in his room, too." She stepped around him and walked to the laundry room. "What time is it?"

He pulled out his phone. "Five o'clock."

"Good. I'll be able to put everything in the dryer before we have to take off for work," she said from inside the room. "I'm going to jump in the shower. I'll be quick if you need it after me."

He looked down at his chest. "I took one while Tyr was napping. I think I'm good."

Coco came out of the room. Her gaze swept over him and settled on his beard as she approached him. Within a foot of him, she stretched to her toes and leaned closer.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Smelling you." She grinned. "You're good to go."

He grunted and walked back out to the living room. Diving for the couch, he propped his head on his arm and let his boots hang off the cushion. He gazed at his son, playing happily with a stack of wooden blocks Roar and Lizzy had bought for him.

Every day, he was thankful for Slag Motorcycle Club. Without them supporting him, he believed his son's life would've turned out differently. It was impossible to raise Tyr by himself. He had a job bartending at The Fire Ring, the club's bar, and as Treasurer for Slag, he had business that pulled him away at a moment's notice. It took Coco and a village to raise one small boy.

He ran his hand over his face. Parenting shouldn't be hard.

He'd give his life to protect Tyr. His son was everything to him.

But, Tyr deserved a mother. He deserved having a woman in his life to share the responsibility of raising a child.

Hell. He sighed. It'd been a couple of months since he tried finding Kelli.

Even Elling with all his skills at tracking information down couldn't find a trail on Tyr's mom. He needed to try again. Not because he wanted her back, he wanted to make sure she stayed gone.

The longer she stayed away, the harder it would be to find her. She could be anywhere by now. She hadn't stayed with the Seattle Chapter, and every woman in the club that'd been friends with her hadn't seen her since she took off before Tyr was born.

He wanted to know exactly where she was to keep tabs on her.

"Pa pa pa pa," babbled Tyr.

"I see you, son." Peer watched him clank two blocks together.

A couple of weeks ago, Tyr had started to say his own version of pappa. Nothing filled him with pride more than hearing his son call for him. With the introduction of talking, it made his relationship with Tyr real. Tyr wasn't a baby. He was growing.