Hammer (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #9) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,29
tears as she nods. “Yes. Oh, god, yes please. I want to be yours.”
“You already are, baby,” I say as I rise, taking her into my arms. “We’re a team, and we’re going to have a wonderful life. Let’s live this ride together. Wherever it takes us.”
Chapter 13
Hammer
Six Months Later
“A little to the left.” My wife is directing me as I do my best to hang her diplomas in a perfect row on the back wall of her new office.
“That good?” I ask. “Or, maybe a tenth of a tenth of an eighth of an inch more?”
She squints at me and pokes her tongue out.
“I’m just saying.” I shrug. “I want it perfect too.”
“It’s fine. It is perfect, I just can’t believe this is really happening.”
I work my way around her desk where she’s standing there in one of my white t-shirts and a pair of her jeans with paint smudges all over them both. She’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, even running on almost no sleep and paint splattered across her cheek.
Especially, because her tummy is starting to turn round. She’s three months pregnant and every day she fucking glows more and more.
“It’s happening.” I lean down and kiss her and that jolt of desire shoots directly to my cock. It’s like the first time every time, and I wonder sometimes if it’s all a dream.
“Okay. So, we have an hour before we should head back to the house.”
“Well, hanging your diplomas was the last thing on your list.” I rest my forearms on her shoulders and intertwine my fingers behind her head. “You should probably take a nap before we head out.”
“I’m not tired,” she grouches, but her tone tells me otherwise.
She’s had a rough first trimester. Barfing, and tired, but the last week it’s been easing up, thank God. I’ve done what I can. Ice cream was about the only thing she was craving and could keep down, so every day I’d bring home new flavors and even bought a separate freezer just so she could have a selection at her fingertips anytime she needed it.
The girls at the club and my mom and hers are throwing her a baby shower today. It’s an all girl’s affair which is fine with me. The guys and I are going to head out for a ride in our own sort of celebration.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head, and she sighs and leans into my chest. “I guess I could use a couple minutes of shut eye.”
“I know it’s true,” I whisper, drawing in her sweet-smelling hair and thinking of everything that’s happened in the six months since the tequila shots at Luann’s.
We made the trip back east. Introduced each other to both our sets of parents. Mine, of course, adored Robin. Hers had a bit of a harder time warming to me and I get it.
Their little girl, law degree and all, ends up with a biker with a GED and calloused hands. We worked it out. I took her dad out one night and laid it all out for him. What she meant to me, what I would do to keep her safe and secure. I may not look the part, but I am her missing piece and she’s mine and it confused the hell out of us for a hot minute as well.
She interviewed with a few of the groups doing the work she thought she wanted. None of them panned out. They offered her a couple internships, but when we talked about her options, she was pretty down in the dumps.
But, life has a way of surprising you sometimes.
While we were at my folks place playing poker one afternoon, a package was delivered from an attorney to my mom.
It was bittersweet. Both her parents passed away. There was a gas leak in the home where she grew up. It was an older home, more a mansion, and an old gas pipe started leaking while they were taking their afternoon naps.
By the time the gas detector sounded, it was too late. The attorney sent a letter they had written to her a year before, telling her they loved her and they were sorry. They left her their entire estate and also a hefty trust fund in my name.
Fast forward, my parents retired and, sick of the cold winters in Pittsburg, bought a ranch about twenty miles outside of Seneca.
When her folks found out, they decided to take the plunge themselves.