in a hug from Stryker. When I hear a knock on the door, I walk over there leaving them in the kitchen. Tommy is standing at the door with two cups for her. I wave him to come in.
“You can stay for dinner if you want,” I let him know as we walk in to see Gwen standing in front of a plate over filled with stuffed shells and garlic bread.
“Thank you, babe,” she says, already taking a bite of her food. “Tommy, I love you for bringing me a shake.”
We all laugh because she practically lunges at Tommy in her attempt to get her milkshake from him. Once she has it in hand, I grab her plate and we head to the dining room. After setting her food down in front of her, I head to the kitchen so I can make my own plate. The rest of the night we hang out, talk, laugh, and watch a movie Gwen falls asleep halfway through. This is how I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Good food, friends, family, and my wife in my arms.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Gwen
KILLER IS BACK to searching on a daily basis for Neil. He starts almost before the sun is up and comes back way past dinner. Rich and Tommy have been taking turns babysitting me. It’s still mainly Rich though since Tommy has been out helping the guys look for Neil. Tommy’s actually spent time in his presence and would be the best one to track his movements or see signs of him the guys would miss.
We’ve been in our new home for almost a week now. Our time has been spent working, Killer searching for Neil, and me watching a lot of TV. And napping. Can’t forget the napping I can’t seem to get through the day without doing it. Stryker is on my ass when I’m at work more these days too. If I look tired or as if I’m not feeling good, he sends me home. There is no arguing with him either. He literally walks to the front door of the shop and calls out for Rich to take me home.
Fox and Rich are with me today. We’re putting the finishing touches on the house today while Killer is gone. I want everything finished before he gets home today. All I’ve been doing is pointing where I want the pictures hung and the guys get them put up. Especially the one I convinced Killer to do of a maternity photo shoot. My big, badass biker didn’t bat an eye when I asked him to do this with me. We did it a few days ago and I just got the pictures back this morning.
Above the fireplace sits a black and white picture of me standing in nothing but my rag with a short pair of booty shorts. My hair is curled and hanging down my back with a few pieces flying in the breeze. I’m looking down at my belly where my hands rest on top of Killer’s. He’s standing behind me wearing a pair of ripped jeans, his boots, the ever-present bandana around his head, and nothing under his cut. While I’m looking at my belly, Killer is staring at me. I’ve never loved a picture more than this one.
Surrounding that picture are a few other ones from the shoot we did. Including the one where our backs are to the camera as we sit on Killer’s bike. The leather jackets Bailey sent for our daughter’s rest on the very edge of the seat so you can see the ‘Property of Killer’ proudly displayed. Each picture is a different pose but does nothing to take away from the one hanging in the middle. Filling the wall hang several other pictures. Some are of Kim and me while others are different ones I took from around the clubhouse.
Every single one of our family members are proudly displayed around the first floor of our home. These men and women have been there for my husband and I when we needed them the most. They’ll continue to be here for us just as we’ll be there for them. Thinking of that, my thoughts turn to Stryker and Sally. I want to help them out with their situation so much; I just don’t know where to even begin. Sally is the one who needs to choose to be all in with Stryker. No one can help her make that decision. The