Page 78 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"Are you sick?"

"No. She's not." Katherine held up May's arm. "She had six stitches removed from her elbow. She fell on the steps coming out of the Clubhouse, trying to keep up with her dad. It's been a long week trying to keep her quiet while she heals."

"You're tough, my May-girl." Roar kissed her arm.

Carl and Michael, the respected husbands, approached him. He shook each of their hands. They would catch up later when he met with the Slag members before returning to Portland.

"So, do we get to meet the woman we heard would be traveling with you?" Britt grinned. The excitement showing on her pale skin and offset by the blonde hair.

"Ja. She's inside." He led the group, carrying May.

He found Lizzy sitting by his mom looking at a photo album he recognized as one with childhood pictures. His mom talked while Lizzy studied each photo intently.

"Uh oh. She's going to change her mind about you now that she's seen your ugly stage," whispered Katherine, shaking with laughter.

Sitting down, he put May on his lap. His niece was content to play with the end of his braid, trying to stick it in his ear.

His mom noticed the added people in the room first and introduced everyone to Lizzy. His sisters surrounded her while his brother in laws used that time to escape and go over to the clubhouse.

He contently watched Lizzy get swept up into the family dynamics of females. Glad to give his family time to get to know Lizzy, he winked when she smiled at him over all the excitement.

"You’ve picked a pretty woman." His dad laid his hand on Roar's shoulder. "I can see she makes you happy."

He looked at Lizzy, and his chest pounded in pride. It was time to settle down and have a family.

"She's had a hard time understanding my lifestyle," he said.

His dad took the seat beside Roar. "Do you think your mom came to me without any worries?"

He glanced at his dad. He'd never given a thought to how his parents got together or decided to marry and have children. All he knew was that he wanted what his parents had.

The companionship. The respect. The love.

He wanted to sit at the kitchen table and watch Lizzy cook. He wanted to hold her on the couch while she laughed and smiled over a television show, trying to guess what she found amusing. He wanted to stand back and watch her pretty herself in the morning in front of the mirror.

It would be easy to keep his freedom and go from woman to woman, like the majority of the Slag members. But he'd seen the support his mother gave his dad during more volatile years when motorcycle clubs were after Slag, trying to wipe them out.

At night, he wanted to close the door and forget everything going on outside the room and spend his time in Lizzy's arms.

As president, he would need that dedication. He would need something more powerful to bring him home each night, safe and sound.

Realizing May had stopped moving on his lap, he looked down and found her sleeping on his chest. Not wanting to move her, he stayed in the chair. Content to hear the stories his family spun around the room at his expense and to Lizzy's enjoyment.

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