“You sure?” I ask him again.
“Yes.” He whines as he repeats himself.
“Are you going to be good for them?”
“Yes.” He opens his eyes and glares at me, and I swear it’s the same look that I was just getting downstairs.
The door opens to the small house as my dad stands behind it. “Hey Pops.”
“Ella.” He calls out as he opens the door and lets me into his home that he moved to once I left. Apparently, he started getting even more involved with the club again. I can’t say that I’m really surprised. “Which one of those traitors told you?”
“Ash,” I tell him, causing him to laugh.
“Always knew I couldn’t trust that kid.” It causes me to laugh as I walk up to him and hug him. “I’ve missed you, kiddo.” He whispers as I hear his voice crack.
“Awe, Dad. What happened to that big burly biker that raised me?” He laughs again.
“He got scared looking death in the face and realizing how many mistakes that he made.” His comment causes me to become sad as I just look back at him, not really knowing how I should respond to that.
“Dad,” I pause as I talk again. “I came over to invite you to dinner tonight.”
“Of course. You could have just called with that, but I am glad to see you.” He smiles as he hugs me again before I step back, taking a deep breath and looking at him.
“I came in person to kind of warn you.”
“Warn me about what?”
“I wanted to invite you over.” I pause, looking at him suddenly becoming the 6-year-old little girl who's afraid to tell dad I was playing on his bike and knocked it over, scratching the fender.
“What? Marcella. Spit it out.”
“So, you can meet your grandson.” It comes out as a one-word whisper.
“My what?” His eyes nearly budge out of his head, and he actually stumbles backwards until he sits down in the chair behind him.
“His name’s Jagger and he’s 3.” I smile as I look back up at him.
“3?” He asks, doing math in his head.
“Yes.” I tell him, explaining that I know he’s about to ask me.
“Does he know?”
“I told him today before I came over here.” I honestly tell him.
“Good,” he mumbles.
“But if you come over, you cannot be mean.” I point my finger at him, causing him to laugh.
“We made up a long time ago.” He tells me. “After I heard the entire story. And saw how broken up he was when you didn’t come back.”
“Let me guess from a redhead who apparently can no longer keep a secret.”
“I was saying good because if he knew and didn’t tell me, I would still fucking gut him regardless of how much I like the kid.” I just shake my head.
“We haven’t told Jagger yet, I thought it would be a better idea if they got to know each other first.” I admit to him so that he won’t spill the beans tonight.
“I didn’t hear any yelling, just wanted to make sure it was safe.” I hear Ash call out from the backdoor.
