Page 25 of Ronny

My dress is a coral color, cinched in at the waist to show off my curvy figure. I have taken advantage over the years of the food that I can eat freely after so long of not being able to eat what I want.

One thing I will never deprive myself of is food and the small luxuries in life. To shower freely, hot meals, clothes that actually fit me, and to not freeze in the dead of winter.

I open the door and walk down the stairs to where Ronny is waiting for me at the bottom. “Wow, you are so beautiful, my girl.” He lifts his hand for me to take, and I settle my palm in his as he helps me the rest of the way down.

He spins me around so he can see all of me. “I’m the luckiest man alive.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m actually here.

His compliments have butterflies filling my stomach. He looks amazing himself, wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattoos. His beard is trimmed, and his jeans are tight, hugging his thighs. He looks delicious.

“I’m the luckiest girl,” I say truthfully, because in my eyes no one would ever be greater than Ronny.

He chuckles, pulling me against him and kissing me deeply. “Let me get my girl fed, she needs her energy.” He winks, and I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile at that.

Tonight, we are in his truck because I’m in a short dress, but Ronny makes sure to slip on his cut the second we’re out of it before going inside the restaurant. “This is my favorite place!”

He lifts my hand to kiss the back of it. “I know.”

I lean my head on his shoulder, wanting to be closer to him. He holds the door open for me, and the waitress sees us and immediately takes us to our seats. The perks of the club owning the restaurant.

The club owns practically the whole town, there are plenty of small business shops and they keep drugs off the streets. The crime rate is minimal, so the police have a fairly easy job, but the worst part of it all, no matter how safe you keep the town, is there are still fucked-up parents and I have to deal with that every day.

I have to fight the urge to not bring the kids home with me. Their sad little faces are hard for me to take, I can’t help but think that some of those kids at one point were Ronny.

We are seated next to the window that overlooks the park, the beautiful fairy lights giving everything a soft, romantic glow.

He slides in next to me in the booth. “Couldn’t stand to be away from me, huh?” I joke as he sets his hand on my inner thigh while opening the menu in front of us both.

“Like I don’t know what you already want.” He nods straight to the lobster tail meal that I always get. “I forgot to tell you that I solved the Holden problem. He is thrown out of town, so that fucker won’t be showing his ass around anymore,” he says plainly, taking a drink of the water the server had placed for us on the table.

“What happened?” I ask.

He smirks around the rim of the glass. “We went to the shop. He was working there, and Tiana was running the office, so that pissed off the others even more, but the icing on the cake was he has been touching Tiana’s ass.”

My eyes widen because I know that went over horribly. I shake my head. “I’m glad he is out of here before he hurts someone.”

He kisses the top of my head. “If he shows his face, I told him I would rip him apart.”

I bust out laughing, because only an MC man could speak of such violence like this so easily, like he is just asking for a glass of water.

The waitress comes around and we put in our drink order. I get a glass of wine and he gets a beer along with a shrimp appetizer.

“Do you want kids still?” he asks me. We have talked about this a couple of times when we were younger about goals and dreams in life.

I nod. “I’d love to have babies, I’ve always wanted two or three.”

His face transforms to one that is heated. “I think you’d be so sexy with your belly round with my baby.” He drops that little bomb like he is so sure that will happen.

At one point, I was absolutely terrified I wouldn’t be able to have kids after all of the abuse and trauma I dealt with when I was younger.

There was scarring, but it probably wouldn’t have affected me being able to have kids, but I asked my dad to give the doctors permission to fix any issues that needed to be fixed.

“Don’t tempt me with the idea, I always wanted to be a mommy.” I rest my head on his shoulder, chuckling softly. He smells so good that just the smell of him makes me feel safe.

“You know, I can make that happen,” he points out, and I giggle at that.

I look up at him. “As long as our babies have your eyes.” I would be so sad if they didn’t. His eyes are the first thing I saw when I met him, and I will never forget the look on his face when he first saw me.

Why do I doubt myself when he looks at me like that? From that very moment he saw me.

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