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I even got up the nerve to have surgery on my throat. It kept getting better, and the doctor said some of my issues were psychological, and I was slowly healing that part on my own because I felt safe now. Still, since the surgery I’m good now. I still have days where my voice is off, but they are few and far between.
“I just wanted a moment with my woman. Is that so bad?” Marcum whispers, bringing my attention back to him. He’s looking up at me with his beautiful dark eyes.
“Not at all. I missed you, though I have to admit it was kind of hot watching you coach Harley out there.”
“Did you get pictures?” he asks. He’s always asking that and each time he does, my heart flips in my chest.
“A million of them,” I tell him.
“That’s my girl,” he laughs and then he pulls me up in his arms and carries me toward the vehicle.
I’d argue that I’m too heavy, but it never does any good and honestly, I love being in his arms.
“I love you, Marcum.”
“I love you too, Dragonfly. I love you too,” he says and if hearts could smile… mine would definitely be smiling right now.EpilogueMarcumFive Months Later
I open the door slowly. I’m late getting home. The boys and I have been on the road all day. It was a long ride and one we probably would have stayed overnight for, but I couldn’t. I needed to get home.
Home to my family.
Toi left a light on by the bedside and it bathes the room in a quiet glow. I stop by the crib first and look down on our little boy.
Matthew is officially one month old today and somehow he gets more precious with each day. He’s got a head full of dark hair like his old man, but his eyes are blue like his mom’s. He’s already sleeping through the night for the most part and seems to have his mother’s personality rather than his old man’s—and that’s probably a good thing. I look over at a sleeping Toi, her long blond hair spread out over her pillow, and once again it hits me just how fucking lucky I am.
My gaze travels through the room and I take in the hundreds of pictures Toi has strewn around. Pictures of us with the boys and women in the club, pictures of us riding my bike, pictures of us on our wedding day, pictures of the day we found out she was pregnant, pictures of all of our kids, pictures of Desi cheering and Harley playing ball and pictures of Matthew—they’re all here. So many pictures you would think she would run out of wall space, but she never does, and each one is a day I remember as clear as the Florida morning sky.
I’ve given her a wedding, I’ve given her a baby and I’m doing my best to make sure she has pictures of every day we’re together. I won’t stop either. I’ll keep giving her everything, because she deserves it. Because she’s everything to me. And if I have anything to say about it, I’ll keep doing that for fifty years and even more if I get the chance. And when we travel into the next world together? I’ll keep doing it there.
Because when you find a good woman, you hold on tight and you never fucking let her go.
