Page 23 of A Biker's Tiny Present

“What?”

“These last couple of days haven’t been nothin’ for me, Vixen. How can you not see that yet? Our times together weren’t a passing by thing. Fuck, before I slid inside of you the first time, when I told you that you were mine, I meant it. I want you forever. I want you. I want Nicky. I want us to be a family.” Fuckin’-A! When did I start sounding like those cheesy ass messages inside of a greeting card? I just waxed her a poeticthat would rival even the best Valentine’s, Sweetest Day, and Anniversary cards combined . . . and I just pulled it out of my ass.

“I want you too, Tiny, but I was afraid that things were moving so fast that you’d wake up today or tomorrow or next week and realize raising a baby would be too much. That I would be too much.”

“That’ll never happen. This is it for me.” I swear to her like my life depends on it, because it really does. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

Riley flips our hands and threads our fingers together so our palms are touching. “Me neither.”

“Any you never will again. Only me.” I lean in for a kiss.

“Only you, Henry,” she whispers against my lips.

“I love you, Vixen.”

My declaration has her jolting back a hair, shock and happiness glowing from her face. “Isn’t it too soon for that?”

“Fuck no. When you know, you know.” Wanting to get more comfortable, I turn us sideways and lay back along the length of the couch. Pulling Vixen with me, she wiggles a bit as I settle in, laying flat out on top of me. I hold her in place with my hands on her hips. She props her head up, chin resting on the back of her hands, so we can still see each other’s face. “When I think about how close I came to never knowin’ about Nicky, to never meetin’ you, it blows my fuckin’ mind. I can’t even imagine not makin’ you both mine now. I hate that it took Taylor keepin’ such shitty secrets to get us here, but we’ll raise Nicky together. I don’t remember much about her, but you do. You can tell Nicky everything good about her. She will always be a part of our story, and Nicky’s.”

“I love you, too.”

Tugging her up, we battle for who will control the kiss, but as always, I win. When I finally let her up for air, I flip Vixenaround and lay her back against my front. Her head rests on my shoulder.

“So, I hate to be the buzzkill, but where are we going to live? We can’t raise a child in this room,” Vixen laughs as she waves an arm in a circle above us.

“I have an apartment, but I’m hardly ever there.” It probably haven’t been there in a month, so I might as well get rid of it.

“How big is it?”

“One bedroom.”

“Oh my god, Tiny.” Her laugh shakes both of us. “That’s not enough room for the three people.”

“I have an idea.” I move us again and flip over so I’m on top of her. The temptation is too much and I can’t help but kiss her again. This is definitely a part of being in a relationship that I’m not going to ever turn down. She gets squirmy and wraps her legs around my waist. “Why don’t I just live with you?”

“Really? You’d move in with me?”

“Yea. Well, you and Nicky.” I lean back so we can finish this conversation in order to get back to the more important stuff. “You’re settled, I wouldn’t ask you to undo all that just to start over in another house. While I’d like to puff up my male pride and say I want you livin’ in a house I paid for, even my inner caveman knows your home is the only place Nicky knows. I just want to be a part of that. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real home.”

“I want to make it our home though,” Vixen and her sass are back. “I’ve been wanting to spruce a few things up a bit, so maybe you could help me with that. Do you think you have a good eye for light fixtures?”

And this is why I call her Vixen. She’s spunky and all mine.

“I make no promises about my taste in home décor, but I am known to be a little handy and can swap out whatever light fixture you want me to.”

“Deal.”

I feel her hands sliding down my chest, when one is suddenly cupping the front of my jeans. While I don’t want to stop her journey toward playing with my dick, I do have to press pause for one more minute.

“One more thing before we start that. And this is serious. I’ve never done this before, and never thought I would, so I’ll probably fuck it up somehow, but I gotta ask.”

Her hands are back in the safe zone, pressed to my cheeks, fingernails combing through my beard. “Ask away.”

“You wanna be my Old Lady?”

Silence.

Blank stare.

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