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She is the one that found me, saved me, and gave me another chance at life. It does break my heart that some of the girls and women could never mentally get over what happened to them.

Though they are now living their lives surrounded by women and kids without the fear of a man hurting them.

I still carry that hurt, but I can live with it now.

“You okay?” Ronny whispers in my ear, stopping my depressing thoughts.

I nod, smiling. “I’m okay, just thinking. I’m really happy.” This is the moment that I have looked forward to.

10

OLIVIA

ONE WEEK LATER

Girls’ night

It’s been a week since we adopted Madeline. The first few days were tough because we needed to find a routine, but the burns on her bottom are much better and it seems she is more comfortable.

Tonight, Bell and Maverick are coming over to babysit so we can all go out. It started with us girls going out but then Ronny put his foot down and said there was no way in hell I was going without him.

To some girls, it would piss them off if their partner said there was no way in hell she would go without him, but it was so fucking sexy to me.

So, Ronny, Christopher, Zach, and Carter are coming out with us tonight to keep us out of trouble.

Tiana is usually the one that starts said trouble and the rest of the girls follow suit, then I try to keep them from going to jail if anyone is brave enough to arrest an MC princess—and Lord help them if they are.

A thought hits me. Technically, I guess I am an MC princess since my dad is now a member of the MC.

I finish up my makeup, spritz some setting spray, and tease out my hair a bit more to give me a tousled, sexy look.

I’m wearing a tight dress that is hugging my every curve, and my ass looks great if I do say so myself.

I have gained some weight over the last few weeks and I’m not mad about it, because I’m happy. Ronny makes it is mission to feed me whenever he can.

Tonight, I won’t be drinking. I don’t think I’m pregnant, but I don’t want to chance anything even if there is a slim possibility that I could be.

God, I hope so because of the way Ronny is with Madeline. He is the best dad, so hands-on with everything.

One thing that has been nagging at the back of my mind is if I will be going back to work or not. I love my job, but the week I have been out I have fallen in love with just being Madeline’s mom.

Elliot, my coworker, isn’t helping the case. His texts are getting frantic, asking when I’m coming back to work and why I’m taking so long. I would’ve thought he would have been glad that I wasn’t there.

Right on cue he texts me again. It’s like he misses me or something, but he seems to hate me while I’m at the office. It’s very bizarre and honestly, it’s making me not want to go back at all.

It’s on my mind to ask Ronny what he thinks about it. He has found an older ice-skating rink that he is wanting to turn into a hockey rink so he can start his classes and coach.

It’s run-down but he has a crew going in Monday morning to get started on the refurbishment of the rink. He is so excited, and I think that I’d rather take care of our angel so he can do what he loves.

I know that I’d have a host of babysitters if I wanted or needed them, but I like being here for the little things. Her first little smile, the way she holds my fingers as I feed her.

I love it. I never knew I would love being a mom this much.

Ronny walks into our bedroom, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of me.

I guess I did good.

His eyes make a slow path from my toes to the top of my head. “Fuck, I’m one lucky bastard.”

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