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Flame pulls her into a tight embrace before helping her up off the bench. He lets go of her when I frown at the contact his arm is making with her shoulder.
He smirks at me over Pebbles head when he notices my jealousy. When Pebbles is looking away, I roll my eyes at him. I look over to my bike and hold out my hand to Pebbles, praying that she’ll take it.
I refrain from smiling like a fucking loon when she places her petite little hand in mine. For the first time in almost seven months, I realize how small Pebbles hands are. Prior to a month ago, she always had on long, fake nails. I’ve never seen her without them. They must make her fingers seem much longer than they actually are. Her fingers now stop somewhere between my first and second knuckle as I lace our fingers together, happier than a pig in shit that she lets me and doesn’t pull away.
I guide her to where I parked my bike when I got here, cursing to myself when I stop short.
“Can you even ride a bike while pregnant?”
Pebbles looks up at me through damp, tear-stained lashes and nods her head softly. She reaches out for the helmet I have hanging on the handlebar and secures it like a professional around her chin.
I pull out my sunglasses from the inside pocket of my cut and slide them on before throwing my leg over the bike.
I release the kickstand and balance the machine between my legs as Pebbles situates herself down behind me. Thankful for the fact that she doesn’t yet have a belly, she reaches around my waist, overlapping her hands and holding them together.
Once I’m satisfied with her safety, I start the engine and walk the bike backwards before taking off out of the busy parking lot.
I won’t even lie, I’m one of those assholes that usually drives like a bat out of hell, weaving in and out of traffic.
I know.I know. Dangerous. I usually don’t fucking care.
But I’m currently driving every bit of ten miles per hourbelowthe speed limit and haven’t tried passing a single car. I have precious cargo on the back of my bike.
When I finally pull into Tank and Maria’s driveway, I let out a big breath that I got her here safely. I’m definitely not going to make a habit of putting her on the back of my bike until after she has the babies.
I take the helmet from her outstretched hand and follow her into the house. I drop the helmet by the door and step into the living room behind her.
I expect her to go straight upstairs but she surprises me by dropping down on the fluffy couch, grabbing the remote and switching on Netflix.
I laugh when I watch her click on the fifth season ofSons of Anarchy.
I plop myself down on the other side of the couch and kick my feet up on the coffee table in front of me. I let out a chuckle as the memory of our first night together pops into my head before turning to watch the show with her.
Two hours into the show, I become just as invested as she is. Thirty minutes into the third episode my eyes widen and immediately jump to Pebbles, whose teary gaze is stuck to the screen as Opie gets beaten to death.
This shit is hitting a little too close to fucking home right now.
Pebbles hits the pause button on the remote before turning her watery eyes to mine. She wipes her face on the blanket and I reach across the couch, taking the remote from her. My heart pounds in my chest as she lightly grabs a hold of my wrist, settling it on her lap.
I scoot closer on the couch to her and lift my arm, wrapping it around her shoulders.Thank fuck.She relaxes against me and settles lower into the cushions.
She removes her grip from mine and clicks the play button on the remote. I hold my breath as we watch the gruesome scene end.
I’ve seen some shit in my time in the club, but this shit is fucking sick. At the same time though, something clicks in my head that I file away for later. If anyone deserves something this fucking intense, it’s the sick fuck that hurt my Red.
Pebbles’ body curled up into my side makes her look so small and fragile. The word fragile and Pebbles in the same sentence usually wouldn’t be heard of. The sight of her tucked up under the blanket next to me as if she’s trying to disappear into the couch cushions of the couch is enough to break my heart.
Her shoulders shake slightly against me as her body shakes with sobs, so I tuck her closer into my side and rub my palm against her smooth arm. “It’s just a show, babe.”
I know her tears aren’t because of the fucking show, and I would do anything to take the pain away from her. Nodding her head, she snuggles deeper into me. I continue lightly rubbing her arm until her shakes turn into the slow rise and fall of her chest. Leaning forward, I look down to her face and find her eyes closed, her light lashes fanned out across her rosy cheeks. I slowly pull myself out from under her, replacing a pillow to rest her head on. I brush her hair out of her face before placing a light kiss on her forehead.
I shut the TV off before gently placing the remote on the coffee table. I scribble a note down on a receipt I find on the counter and tuck it under the remote for her to find if she wakes up. I triple check that the front door is locked behind me as I slip out, heading for my bike.
I make my way back to the hospital. I left my heart sleeping on the couch of one brother's house while I head back towards another brother who fights forhislife.
FIVE-ISH MONTHS AGO
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