just know what you have in your hands.”
At that, he leaves me reeling. I respect him. I respect how he has taken care of Jean her whole life, but now it’s my turn. I will take care of her until I die.
Chapter Seven
Jean
One Month later
Life here in Raleigh, Texas has been everything I had hoped for and more. Right now we’re babysitting Chrystal and Kyle’s daughter Cassandra.
Jackson is lying on the couch with her tucked into his side, her small head resting on his chest.
Can I say I have baby fever?
I think that’s certain. My ovaries are clenching right now wanting him to impregnate me.
Could it be too soon?
Probably.
But I don’t think I will be anywhere else than right here with him for the rest of my life. I can see myself marrying him, having a bunch of babies and having that white picket fence shit.
He would make the best dad to a bunch of little boys that will look exactly like him. His calm demeanor but fiery temper.
Let’s not get into what it would be like to have another one of me, because I’m not sure the world can withstand it.
“She is so beautiful.” I sit down beside him, running my hand down her sleeping back.
Jackson looks down at her, his face showing how much he loves her. I love that every guy in the club somehow has a hand in raising her.
Instead of it taking a village to raise a child, it’s more like a whole biker club with big badass softies.
Is it wrong of me to want to bring my babies up in this life? I have grown to love every single member of this club.
“She is.” He kisses the top of her fuzzy little head, my heart crying at such a beautiful view.
“Kind of gives you baby fever, doesn’t it?” I laugh like what I’m saying could potentially open a lot of doors.
He gives me a look. “Is that a hint, baby?”
I play innocent. “Uh, no,” I say dramatically.
He arches a disbelieving eyebrow. “Cassandra is so precious, it can’t be helped.” He stands up and gently places Cassandra in her Pack N Play.
“I got you something, doll.”
I follow Jackson upstairs to our room. He takes a box out of the closet and hands it to me. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
He crosses his arms across his chest. “Open it, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks, dying to see what he got me. I pull off the lid and I come face to face with something that is as sacred as marriage.
A cut with the words “Property Of Jackson” on the back of it. My eyes sting and I try to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill.
This is huge in the biker world. There is no higher privilege than this. There’s no mistaking when I wear this that I belong to him.
“I take it back.”
He looks shocked. I grip the cut out of the box and pull it to my chest. “You did have to get me this. Took your ass long enough.”
“Get your ass up here and kiss your man, your ole man.”
Oh, how I love the sound of that.
I kiss him, just barely teasing him. “You will be getting your present later.” I cup him through his jeans, feeling him harden beneath my fingers.
The doorbell rings. “I promised Chrystal I’d go shopping with her.”
“Baby, you know that you need someone to be with you.”
I put my hand up. “Yes, we have two prospects going with us,” I reassure him. He’s gotten more protective over me the last month.
He takes my cut from me and holds it open for me to slip my arms into. “You have never looked more beautiful, my girl.” He kisses my forehead, once, twice, before he allows me to walk downstairs.
I open the front door and let in Kyle, who is going to spend the day with Jackson. “Ready, girl?” Chrystal asks.
“See you later, Kyle. We just put her down, so she should be out for a while,” I tell him as I walk out the door, swinging my purse over my shoulder.
“I love the cut.” Chrystal winks.
“Oh, how I love yours.”
We both laugh and get in the back of an SUV. Both prospects are sitting in the front. They’re newer and I haven’t gotten to know them yet, but I take the prospects with a grain of salt. They rarely make it past the first month or so.
Chrystal and I walk in front of the prospects.