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She smiles against my lips as she places her hand in my hair and I spin us so she’s on top of me, my cock still nestled inside her, causing her to gasp before she lays her head on my chest and mumbles, “I’ve had a good evening,” and melts into me, and I hum as I press a kiss on her head before inhaling as I run my fingers up and down her spine.

Fuck she smells good.

After spending more than half an hour at the club at the club’s insistence, or more my mama’s. I called it a day with the embarrassing stories, I brought Scottie, Sammie and Demon home.

I showed Sammie his room where Demon will sleep, the room Mama decorated for him, full of motorcycles, which he fucking loved. We had dinner together, eating in the yard, I put Sammie to bed, promising to take him to my tattoo room tomorrow, before giving my whole attention to my beautiful, kind-hearted wife who helped my mama.

Watching them walk outside while Tank and Doc were arguing over who gets my talented, hard-working wife on their team, my heart sank, and fear hit.

I held no trust for Mama, she hadn’t given me reason to trust her. Even though Brittany, who has held her at arm's length, told me to give them a minute, being a fucking hypocrite, I couldn’t stand back. I ran after them, refusing to let Mama try and scare Scottie away when moving six hours away from a home she built on her own was hard enough. I didn’t expect her to not only admit to seeing my achievements but to break down about distancing herself because she was scared of losing me.

That woman has let her fear take over one too many times to the point her kids felt the pressure and got hurt. I think it’s time we all pitched in to help her overcome them because the woman we spent time with this evening was a proud mama of two. I loved that version of her, a version that showed her love for me, even if she did tell Scottie all about my joyriding and dancing days.

“I love you,” I murmur against Scottie’s head, and I feel her smile against my skin as she traces my tattoos on my chest. She whispers, “Not as much as I love you,” and I hold her even tighter.

This woman has become the reason why I walk the earth, and fuck, I’ll always make sure she’s mine, fucking always.

We don’t say anything for a little while, just enjoying each other’s company before her hand stills and her breathing evens out. I press my lips against her head just as my phone buzzes.

Trying not to wake my wife, I grab it and check the screen.

Dad:

Thank you for what you did with your mama, for allowing her to talk about your childhood without getting upset. I love you, son.

I take a deep breath and put my phone back before gently running my fingers down Scottie’s bare back. My eyes close slowly, drifting off into a peaceful sleep, knowing everything is finally falling into place now that my family are under the same roof in my hometown and that the hole Mama caused will slowly heal.

***

“Uncle Thunder,” I hear, and I squeeze my eyes tight before I grunt at the sharp stinging pain on my chest and I fling up, causing the fucking demon cat to go flying and giggles echo.

“Seriously, Sammie?” I sigh as I look at the little terror, and the boy laughs louder at my scowl as I rub my now sore chest.

“He was just saying morning,” the kid feigns innocence, and I mock-glare his way.

“Where is your aunt?” I ask, then confirm, “She making breakfast?”

I felt her gone as soon as Demon clawed me, my body instantly missing her.

“Uh no,” Sammie says cautiously. I raise a brow at the boy who winces before admitting, “Uncle Doc came to get her with Uncle Tank. They’re showing her the hospital, but she told me to remind you after letting you sleep in until at least nine, that you promised to take me to your tattoo shop,” and I grit my teeth.

Fuckers are dead!

“Okay,” I say calmly despite feeling anything but, “go get ready then, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay,” he cheers and runs out of the room with the asshole cat following him, his tail twitching like he didn’t just try to claw me like a fucker. I grab my phone while the sheets are still over my lower half in case Sammie comes back in.

Don’t want to scar the poor kid.

I find my wife’s number and quickly press on it, putting the phone to my ear and just when I think she’ll allow it to go to voicemail, she finally answers, “Hey Bradley,” really sweetly, and I hear my brothers laugh in the background like fucking assholes.

“Hey Bradley? Seriously Scottie?” I snap, “I thought we had a deal, no leaving without waking the other up first!”

“I thought you’d like to sleep in,” she tries, and I growl, “Scottie!” and she sighs.

She admits, “I knew you’d insist on coming with me because you’re struggling to have me out of your sight, but you promised Sammie. I wasn’t going to let you deny your promise and besides, you have to get used to me being away for twenty-four hours at least four shifts a week. Maybe even more depending on how busy we are or if I’ve been put on call. I can’t hide away forever.”

Fuck’s sake…