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What if they decided not to give up the baby?
What if they didn’t look after it as if it were their own?
What if they didn’t get along with the club?
We wanted to be as involved in the pregnancy as possible. But that would mean they would have to become part of our family—and the club, thatwasour family.
“Harmony, how about you help me clean up?” Mom finally said, pushing back from the table and starting to gather plates.
Harmony nodded, doing the same.
I looked at my father who was watching Harmony carefully. Almost as though he was expecting her to break any moment, but she wouldn’t. This shit might have her down and may have felt like the pressure was piling up on her, but she would push through.
I stood up. “Need to talk to you about Mansel,” I told my father.
He turned to me and nodded, standing slowly.
Just when I thought he was going to walk out, he took two large steps around the table and gathered my woman in his arms, pressing her cheek against his broad chest.
I saw a stray tear drip from the corner of Harmony’s eye and onto my father’s leather as she wrapped her arms around him. My heart warmed. There were no words said, but the moment spoke volumes about who my father was and how much he cared for Harmony. He was a hard man, but his love for his family was fierce.
Harmony smiled as he pulled back.
“Grab me a beer,” Dad ordered before he left the room.
I expected my mom to object, but she just nodded and went about clearing the table.
Harmony’s eyes met mine and she gave me a reassuring smile. It was almost as though Dad had given her exactly what she needed. She grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed it to me. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
“Go.” She smiled, pressing her hand against my chest.
“Fucking love you,” I told her quietly.
The pinch on my arm made me jump and my mom’s stunning green eyes shined up at me. “Take your father his damn beer, it’s the only one he’s getting,” she said sternly before pointing her finger at me. “And watch your language in my house.”
“Yes ma’am.” I laughed as I turned away. My mother was queen. She’d spent over half her life being a President’s Old Lady, and hell did she know how to own it.
I saw Harmony smirk before she turned away and busied herself. I knew in my gut from the second I met her that she would be the Old Lady I needed at my side, just like my father had had by his. She was soft and compassionate, but she also made no excuses for who she was and the love for the club flowed through her veins.
Fuck, I needed to marry that woman. And soon.
