fuck it is that he asks us to do. We’re all he has now and I sure as hell won’t let him spend what’s left of his time hurtin’ or thinkin’ about anything but bein’ happy. It’s our job to make sure that happens as his parents.” His words burn a hole through my heart.
“You’re a great father Roland. You have made such an impact on him in such a short amount of time. I can’t tell you how much that mean to me. I always knew you’d be an amazing father,” I tell him truthfully.
“You’re an amazin’ mom baby. You kept that boy safe and still managed to raise him right. Even in a shitty situation. I don’t know how you did it, but I’m damn proud of you.” Roland shirts and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“We are good parents,” I mumble as he runs his hand up and down my back until I finally drift off to sleep.
Dreams come and go, but the one constant is the love I have for this man.
Chapter 28
Roland
Doc said Drake isn’t doing well. He’s slowly slipping into a coma. I think that’s the part that kills me the most. The fact that I can’t hear him talk to me. I still talk to him though. I let him know that I love him and when he needs to go, he can. Those were the hardest words I’ve ever had to say to anyone. I feel so cheated by life. I don’t have enough time with him. I need more time. I want more. I know we don’t get to make those decisions and I’ve never been one to pray, but I sure as hell have been. I’d trade places with him in a heartbeat. I’d take all of his pain and suffering and make it my own, but I can’t.
“Are you sure about this Roland?” I look up at the lawyer and nod my head. If I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t be here.
“Okay. Just sign where it’s highlighted.”
I take the pen and sign on all of the highlighted lines. It feels like I’m signing my life away, I am signing my life away; in more ways than one.
“You have some time before I file them. Would you like for me to wait and let you think on this?” he asks which further aggravates me. I jerk my eyes to his and let him see the fury in me. I let him see the anger that his questioning has sparked.
“Do you honestly think I would have paid your ass and called you if I wanted to wait on this? If I wanted to wait, I wouldn’t have signed the motherfuckin’ papers now would I?” My roar rips through the silent room. The prick jumps and shakes his head.
“You’re right Mr. Sanders. I apologize. I’ll get this put through as quickly as I can,” he says in a rush as he gathers his papers and stuffs them back into his little briefcase. He turns on his heel and hurries out of the door just as Mason is coming in. He eyes him up and down before stalking toward me.
“The fuck was that?” he asks pointing over his shoulder at the door.
“Lawyer.”
“Obviously. Not many brothers walk around in those fancy suits. What the fuck was he doin’ here?” he asks as he grabs a beer and motions to me asking if I want one. I nod my head and ready myself to fill him in.
“He’s a divorce lawyer. I signed the papers,” I tell him as I take a long pull from the bottle in front of me.
“You did what? What the fuck is that about Reaper?” he snaps loudly. I glance around quickly making sure Molly isn’t anywhere within hearing distance.
“It’s about givin’ Molly a new start when I’m not here. She deserves at least that much.” I take another drink as Mason eyes me. “What?” I ask.
“You’re still bent on going back in there?” Mason asks.
I nod my head and rest my arms on the counter in front of me. I take in the wedding band on my finger. I never took it off because it hurt too much to think about. I reach for it now, pull it off, and spin it on the counter.
“I’m goin’ in. I’ve gotta make this shit right. The club doesn’t deserve a war because of me. I just need a little time with my boy before I set my plan in motion.”