Thanks to WAA01 for the edits
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Chapter One
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Eight years ago...
The law office of Patters & Petters, the day was a cold late December morning as Callum MacRoe sat across from his former girlfriend as little Shari yawned in her baby carrier. Callum smiled down at his little bundle of joy. They might have allowed their hormones to take over and not protect themselves from getting pregnant, yet Callum wasn't about to allow his own child to get aborted as Vanessa's plan was when she learned she was pregnant. He might have been sixteen at the time. Callum wasn't about to let a life be snuffed out because she or her parents didn't want the child. Which to him was fine, he would raise his daughter on his own.
"Cal," Gisselle -- his mother -- whispered softly into his ear as she placed a hand on his arm drawing her son's gaze away from his daughter. Smiling lovingly at her son as little Shari's hand wrapped around Callum's index finger in her sleep.
"Sign the paper Vanessa," Callum said, in a monotone voice. "Then you can go do whatever the hell you want. Obviously, you and your parents don't care about the life we brought into this world. I, however, do, so sign the papers and get out of our lives." Callum noted the scowl on Vanessa's mother's and father's faces as they sat across from them as he said that.
"But this says I give up my rights," Vanessa stammered.
"What, you were going to kill our child because you didn't want to raise her, so why do you care if you aren't her parent legally?" Callum asked, with a cocked eyebrow.
"But Cal, she's going to be so much work for you..."
"You leave the care of my grandchild to us. You lost your say in the matter when the three of you tried to brow beat my son into agreeing to the abortion," Antonio -- Cal's father -- sneered at Vanessa's parents who dropped their gaze unable to meet Antonio's fiery glare. Callum couldn't help but feel the right corner of his lips lifting at his father's words.
"I really wish we didn't have to do this Cal," Vanessa said, trying to pour on the charm that she had used to get what she wanted for so long.
"Save it Vanessa, you didn't want Shari," noting the frown on Vanessa's face at the name he gave his daughter, "maybe you should have thought about going on the pill. I know I should have rubbered up but we both are at fault here. This isn't Shari's fault in our lack of common sense. You have no interest in being Shari's mother. Well, I am going to be her father. So go do whatever you want and just get out of our lives," Callum said, looking over at the arbitrator who sat at the head of the table listening like always.
"If she signs this then you aren't getting any child support from us," Tobias -- Vanessa's father -- said stabbing his finger into the table.
"I know that, but when she signs, you and she will never see Shari ever again. So I'm okay not taking your money. We'll get by without you, won't we?" Callum asked, lightly tickling his daughter's stomach. A smile touched his face at Shari's gummy smile.
"You should worry about your own, we'll make sure my little grandbaby is taken care of," Gisselle said, in that stern motherly voice we all know they have. Of course, she knew raising Shari was going to be hard on her son. Yet Callum has stepped up, unlike men years older than he is, when they are faced with the same prospects of being a father. Neither she nor her husband were going to let Callum slack off on his responsibilities. While he was in school she would watch her grandchild, the moment Callum got home Shari's welfare was his and his alone to look after. He was the parent not them, yet that didn't mean they wouldn't be there to help and to guide their son.
"Fine," Tobias grumbled. "Sign it Vanessa so we can get out of here."
Callum's nose wiggled as something sour filled the air. "Can you handle this while I go..."
"Let me honey," Gisselle said, gently placing her hand on her son's shoulder as she picked up the diaper bag. Cooing sweetly at her little granddaughter as she left the room to go deal with Shari's dirty diaper.
"I'd really like to still be friends Cal," Vanessa said, sliding the papers over to him after signing away her parental rights.
"Uh-huh, I'm going to be a tad too busy to hang out with you... ever," Callum said, "and that's something I'm looking forward to. Like my daughter's first steps, her first word, all the things you're never going to know," he said, placing his own signature, sliding it over to his father to have his guardian sign off on it before handing it to the arbitrator to have it notarized.
"You'll both be sent a copy within a week. I'm sorry that your families couldn't come together to support this precious child, yet it's good to know that Callum will be a good father to her," the woman said, ending the meeting between the two of them.
Chapter Two
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Eight years later...
The sun beat down on Callum's shoulders as he worked to install a set of Cobra Classic Deluxe slash cut pipes on his client's Harley Davidson Softail motorcycle. The sound of the ratchet sounded in the air as his radio blared. After high school Callum enrolled in an automotive and motorcycle mechanic course so he could provide for his little girl. His parents were a god send to him. He knew without them he'd be so lost and at his wits end when Shari started to walk on his seventeenth birthday, and without his father's advice and money they wouldn't be living in the small two bedroom home of theirs. That didn't mean Callum didn't have to make the house payments or the insurance and everything else that went along with running a household. Was it hard, oh yes! He wasn't going to lie about that. It was why he started his own shop beside his house; so he could always be home should something happen to Shari and to be there when it was time... His head shot up as he heard the sound of the alarm.
A warm smile appeared on his face as he cleaned the grease from his hands as he walked into the shop. Using his elbow to shut the alarm off knowing his daughter would be stepping off the bus in ten minutes. He had timed the bus route to ensure that he would always be there to greet his daughter. Rolling the bike into the right bay of the two bay garage he and his father had built before he opened his own shop. Placing his tools on the bench and rolling down the door so his client's bike and his tools wouldn't get stolen while he was waiting for his daughter. His keys jingled as he locked up before sliding them to his pocket.
Humming a tune as he walked down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. Callum almost stopped in his tracks as he saw the cluster of mothers standing and waiting for their own children. Not that they weren't pleasant people, they just tried to set him up on dates, namely with themselves or one of their friends. Not that he was opposed to dating anyone, yet Shari came first before anything else in his life. He just couldn't bring a woman into her life only to have them walk out of it.
"Did you see him today..."
"Shh!"
Callum ignored it; they were always talking about him. He would have thought that all would have died down when he turned each of them down. Yet it seemed to him that was like chum in the waters and they were hungry! "Hey Callum," Mary-Lou said sweetly, as she waved to him.
"Afternoon Mary," Callum said curtly, nodding to her. Being the oldest mother there she had a few pounds on her. Not that there was anything wrong with the way she looked to Callum's eyes. She was one of the few women that outright didn't flirt with him when he waited for Shari's bus. Being happily married to Herb, Mary was a breath of fresh air in a pack of horny mothers.
"Cal," a bubbly brunette cooed as her 36B breasts bounced as she shimmied over to his side, "my car, it's doing to that thing again," she said, coming within inches of his left side all so he would smell the perfume she wore just for him.
"Oh?! I thought I fixed that," Callum said, knowing it was a ploy to get into his garage. He might not have dated anyone since Shari had been born that didn't mean he hasn't had sex in all that time. He was just wise enough to wear a glove.
"Would you mind taking another look?" she asked, batting her baby blues at him.
"Sure, bring it by... say at eleven tomorrow. I'll have a bay open for you," Callum said, knowing she would be bent over the hood of her car by eleven o'two.
"Thank you Cal, you're a life saver," she said, lightly touching his left shoulder.
"Not a problem Amanda."
"Cal... my brakes are making this weird sound," her hips swayed as she sauntered up to him, "every time I press on the breaks I hear this," leaning in her lips brushing along Callum's right ear, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me so hard I can't walk for days," Shana purred, as her vanilla lotion filled his nose.
"That's..." Clearing his throat, feeling himself starting to harden, "a very odd sound," Callum said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I know," Shana cooed, her chocolate lips tugged gently on his ear. "Do you think you can help me?" she asked, as she lightly squeezed his ass as she brushed her 32DD breasts against his right arm.
"I can fit you in at one," glancing over at Amanda who was undressing him with her eyes, "will that work for you?"
