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My forever has finally started, and I don’t want anythin’ ta change it.
“Now go, change into your swimsuit, and get into that ocean. It’s a beautiful afternoon, and you shouldn’t waste it sitting inside with me.” Elena squeezes my hand in reassurance.
She’s happy, she likes me, and she’s accepted me into her home. That’s what matters the most ta me.
“Thank you,” is all I manage before I disappear up the stairs ta find Aine already dressed in her swimmin’ costume, and with her hair tied into a long ponytail.
“Will you wait downstairs with yer nonna?” I ask her, and she nods enthusiastically.
I find Rebel in a guest bedroom, pullin’ on a pair of shorts. It’s not often I see him in somethin’ other than jeans. Especially when he’s workin’. But seein’ him so laid back makes me smile.
“Yer ma is lovely,” I tell him when I make my way over ta him and snuggle into his chest.
He wraps his arms around me and holds me fer a while. We don’t speak. We don’t need ta, because the fears I had are all gone, and I’m pretty sure he can tell that from my posture.
“So, did ye both gossip about me?” he asks as he steps away from me and settles down in an armchair ta watch me change.
When we’re at home, he’s gotten into the habit of watchin’ as I change out of my clothes. Most times, it’ ends with us naked on the bed or me bent over the dressing table. But fer now, we have ta behave.
“We did, but mostly we spoke about me. She listened to me explainin’ a few things, which was nice. I think we’re goin’ta be okay.”
When I finish tyin’ the strings of my bikini, I look up ta find a heated gaze on me.
“Did ye even listen ta what I said?” I place my hands on my hips and pin Rebel with a glare of frustration.
“Aye.” He nods. “I heard ye loud and clear, but ye can’t be expectin’ me ta focus when ye’re naked.” He pushes to his feet and makes his way towards me. “I told ye that ye had no reason ta be worried. I knew Ma would adore ye.”
“I know ye did, but there are times I still feel so out of place.”
My confession twists at my chest, but when Rebel leans in, he presses his lips to mine so gently, it’s like a soothin’ balm that wipes away the pain.
“With me,” he whispers along my lips. “There is never a need fer ye ta feel anythin’ other than perfect. In my eyes, ye’re everythin’ I’ve ever wanted and needed. And I want ye ta remember that the next time ye’re feelin’ out of place. Do ye understand me?”
There’s no way I can argue with him. The man is a walkin’ poetry book at times.
“I promise, I’ll try ta remember. But sometimes, I think ye may have ta remind me.” I tell him with a smile.
I didn’t think about love before. I didn’t even allow myself ta consider the possibility. It was so far out of my reach that I buried the notion deep into my subconscious. But I’ve found it now. I don’t know how I did it. Perhaps it was puttin’ myself in danger that forced the universe ta shove me into Rebel’s sight.
I like the idea of fate bringin’ us together.
And I love the idea of kismet keepin’ us right here in each other’s arms.
NINETEEN
REBEL
“I’m glad you brought them here,” Ma tells me as she watches my daughter and my girlfriend.
Both women are special ta me, and I’m overjoyed they’ve met my mother, the one woman who always taught me right from wrong. She stood by me when I was a stubborn teenager, and she supported me when I grew up and decided I wanted ta join the MC. She knew I’d be happy, so she stepped back and allowed me my independence.
My mother taught me respect, morals, and loyalty. I’ll forever be grateful fer how lucky I am ta still have her in my life.
“It wasn’t easy,” I tell Ma. “I was so angry fer so long, and I didn’t realise it until Callia walked into my life. I pushed her away for seven years. It’s a long time.”
“Oh, I know you were going through heartache. I watched you spiral for years,” Ma says. “Seven years may seem a long time, but ye can’t rush somethin’ like this. If it’s meant to be, it will happen.”
“That’s true. But ye’ve always believed in that kinda shite.”
I get a harsh swat on my arm fer my words. “Watch your mouth, Ronan. I’m not averse to punishing you for cursing,” she threatens.
“Aye, sorry, Ma.”
I may be all grown up now, but ta her, I’ll always be her sweet boy. She’s not jaded by my lifestyle. She still sees me as a teen who has ta obey her rules and regulations. Which I will be doin’, seein’ as I’m stayin’ in her house.
