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I remembered talking to Chelsea once about property patches.
We each had one, but we only really wore it if there was another club that we weren’t familiar with coming to visit, or if we were on some kind of run with the boys. It kept us safe, knowing that other men wouldn’t approach us or confuse us with club girls and start shit that our boys would have to finish.
Permanently inking Property of Leo wasn’t exactly my style, though.
It was very much Chelsea.
The club had been her life for a long time and would be forever more. They gave her everything she never had before, after her parents were murdered and she spent the rest of her younger years moving from foster home to foster home. Op was her everything.
The club was her everything.
Which is what made her the perfect first lady.
“I could add to my family tree,” I said aloud, becoming excited about the idea.
I knew Leo was my forever and my forever was my family tree. I told him once that I’d put off adding Simon onto it because I just didn’t have that feeling, that knowing. I should have listened to my instincts then, but I won’t ignore them now.
“Okay, I’m in.”
Chelsea bounced happily, clapping her hands. Although she quickly froze, cringing and gripping her tummy. “I need these babies out,” she groaned.
Grinning, I patted her hand softly. “Soon. Let’s go downtown and try to convince Art that he should tattoo you, and that he won’t have a furious president coming to beat his ass down for doing it.”
“That’s gonna take a lot of convincing.” Skylar laughed.
“Oh… you underestimate me, young one,” Chelsea replied in a Yoda-like voice and a smirk on her face.
She was right.
Art was apprehensive to begin with, but in the end agreed to work on us the day before Christmas. That was our only option at this stage, given we both knew that we wouldn’t be able to hide tattoos from our men for a week.
We stopped at Rose and Blizzard’s house on the way home. Their court case was tomorrow and I wanted to make sure she was doing okay.
She answered the door with a bright smile, already more than I expected to see. “Come in.”
Strolling through the entranceway, it was hard not to feel the warmth of the home they had created here. It was a family home, one that instantly made you feel like you wanted to sit down to a home-cooked meal, or curl up on the sofa with a soft blanket and watch a movie. It was just comfortable.
“How’s everything going?” I asked as I took a seat on the sofa.
We all giggled, as we watched Chelsea back up then drop herself onto the large armchair with a sigh of relief. “You girls know you’re gonna have to pull me out of here, right?”
“We may need to call in a crane,” Rose muttered under her breath.
Chelsea shot right back. “You just wait till you’re pregnant,” she snapped, pointing her finger and wiggling it. “And don’t laugh, because we know as soon as you get custody of Jayla, Blizzard is gonna have you popping out baby after baby to fill this huge house.”
“Speaking of Jay,” I interrupted, rolling my eyes at Chelsea’s dramatic rant. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” I asked Rose as she dropped into the seat beside me.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I think so. Blizzard is so confident, but he won’t tell me why. I guess it just makes me feel better knowing that they’ve found something we can use.”
Chelsea nodded. “Sometimes it’s better not to know. Trust them. They will do what they think is best.”
“Yeah. It’s just hard when there’s so much on the line,” she agreed, forcing a smile. “She needs to be with us, there’s no other option.”
It was true. From what little Leo had told me, it didn’t exactly sound like her parents were stand up citizens. Blizzard and Rose deserved credit for everything they had done for Jay.
“So, where have you girls been?”
Chelsea’s eyes lit up like a small child on Christmas morning. “Guess what I’m getting Op for Christmas.”
