When I walk up to their room ready to start on it, I look around as images consume me of Viking and Ana fucking in here. I try to shake my head of the thoughts as Viking comes behind me and slaps me on the back.
“Fuck let’s do this,” he says, looking around the room.
I walk to the closet and take in its size. “You should make her a bigger closet. This house has so many rooms that you could probably afford to lose one and then extend this room to make it bigger,” I tell him.
“That’s not a bad idea,” he says.
He gets a pained look over his face as he starts to pack his wife’s clothes. I work on going through the end tables.
I open one of them and find a picture of Viking and Ana on what looks to be their wedding day. I sit on the bed and look at this happy couple who had no idea what troubles waited for them.
“Fuck. This is harder than I thought it would be,” Viking says, looking down at the photo in my hands.
“You guys were happy,” I state.
“We were. I knew she was mine from the moment I laid eyes on her. I moved fast to tie her to me in every way I could,” he says before sitting down beside me and grabbing the picture from my hands.
I turn my head so he can’t see the look in my eyes. That’s how I felt when I saw them months ago.
I knew in an instant that they were mine and could become everything to me, but I ignored it because they were married. Not everyone is okay with the kind of relationship I want. I didn’t want to take the risk of them rejecting me or looking at me with disgust knowing that I wanted both of them.
When I went back to my club, I kept feeling a constant pull because they were always on my mind. Then I heard about the problems they were having, and I fought with myself. I wanted to make everything for them better, but they didn’t and still don’t need the extra complication of me.
I need to help them repair their relationship. Even if my heart gets broken in the process.
Chapter Four
Ana
Three weeks later…
I don’t take my eyes off my father. Every day, I sit with him. When I first arrived, I had spent a few days helping clean the home to help out my mom as I know that cleaning just got away from her with all the things she was going through. Following that, however, sitting with my dad was my primary focus.
We both said words out of anger but, now that his time is almost up, I wish for those five years back. I could have spent time with him instead of hating him because he didn’t like Maverick.
Now I will never get that time back.
I watch every day as the life slowly drains out of him. I know the time is coming. I can feel it’s close.
I close my eyes as the tears fall. I wish that I had Maverick here to hold me. I feel like I can’t do this without him.
Why do I still need him so much?
Every day, I grab my new phone to type “tacos” to Dani to tell her I need them; my other family, but I chicken out. I walked out on everyone. I just didn’t know I would be walking into this.
Is this something I can go through alone?
I shake my head. I already know I can’t. I need my other family.
“Baby girl,” my father rasps weakly.
I get up and immediately come to the side of his bed.
“I-I don’t w-want you t-to g-go,” I cry and lay my head on his chest as his arms weakly wrap around me.
“I wish we had more time. I’m so sorry for everything I put you through,” he says through heavy breaths.
I shake my head. “I can’t lose you after I just got you back,” I sob.
