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Ginger smiled and showed an amount of respect for Savannah that I’d only seen in her eyes a handful of times. She nodded, and then said, “I would too, girl.”
I looked at Ginger and nodded, then I looked at my Angel, “How's your headache?”
She smiled, “Mackenzie gave me something for it. She said it wouldn’t harm the baby.”
Ginger gasped, “You’re pregnant?”
Savannah nodded, “Yeah, I’m nine weeks along.”
Ginger clapped her hands, “I’ll earn your forgiveness and your trust. Do you want a boy or a girl?”
Savannah smiled, but it wasn’t the smile I was used to, no, it was far from it, and I knew that it would take a lot for her to forgive Ginger. And me.
Savannah placed a hand over her belly and said, “Honestly, as long as he or she is breathing, I’ll be happy either way.”
Ginger nodded at that and was called by a visiting brother.
It was thirty minutes later after I had gotten off my knees in front of her and claimed the chair beside her when her soft snores filled the night air.
I let out a soft chuckle, then sighed in contentment.
With her head on my shoulder, a smile on her face, the fire in front of us blazing on, surrounded by my family. This. This was what happiness really felt like.
We stayed like that until I felt the temperature drop drastically, and then ever so carefully, I maneuvered myself so I could get Savannah into my arms.
After I carried Savannah to my truck and tucked her inside, Mackenzie whispered, “You owe Grimm a handshake or a beer.”
And that was when she told me that he had been there for her when I hadn’t been. Fuck me.
After she promised to hang there in case Savannah woke up, I headed back into the clubhouse and approached Grimm.
He was sitting in a back corner with a bottle of beer in front of him.
I stopped at his side, and his scary glare settled on me. “Thank you for keeping an eye on Savannah and being there when I couldn’t. I appreciate it, brother.”
“You don’t deserve her,” he rumbled out.
And had this night not rocked the very core of me, I would have been shocked that I heard the normally quiet man speak.
“I know. But I’m going to bust my ass to prove to her that I do.”
Grimm didn’t say a word, he just stared at me, and if I was a lesser man, I would’ve turned on my boot and ran the fuck away. Fuck me, but he was one scary son of a bitch.
His eyes always appeared to be dead. His black hair was always shaved on the sides and slightly longer on top. The scar ran from his right temple down to the corner of his mouth. The way he never smiled. The way he seemed to be colder than a whore in church.
I came back to my thoughts when I heard him say, “Maybe you do. Get her home. She’s baking.”
I snorted. “You got it.”
Then I turned on my heel and started to walk away, but his words stopped me short.
“She’s a good woman. Didn’t look at my scar. She fucking smiled at me. Treat her right.” Then he swallowed, sighed, and grabbed a pad and a pen he kept in his kutte.
He wrote something down, and had I not had my hand braced on the back of the chair, I would have fallen to my ass.
I overheard her in the bathroom talking to herself. She’s fed up with coming in second place. She thought you were perfect until tonight. You fuck up again, I’ll make sure she gets treated like she deserves. Like a fucking Queen.
And knowing Grimm, well, he was one possessive and protective motherfucker. I had no doubt that he would end me, and anyone else that’s ever laid hands on Savannah or hurt her feelings. He was just that type of man.
