Page 19 of Vetting the Biker

I’m about to say something when I hear Chase. “How about this, Wes? You go to school and in four years or six, you come home, then you can prospect.” This man can read my mind.

I make my presence known. “Well, hello to my handsome men.” I walk over to Wesley, and he gets up to hug me.

“Hey Mom. I think I made a decision for college.” I hold my breath, praying he listens to Chase.

“What would that be, baby?” He’s so quiet I’m starting to get nervous.

“I went with the University of New Orleans. I know I will be far away, but I will have Uncle Mike and Aunt Pam to make sure I keep on the straight and narrow.” Biologically, they aren’t his aunt and uncle, but we have been friends for a long time.

“I’m pretty sure it’s going to be Aunt Pam keeping you and your uncle out of trouble.” Everyone laughs. Gathering my thoughts, I try to control the tears that want to skill. “I just want you to know how proud I am of you and how proud I am of the man you have become.” Swept up in a tight hug from Wesley, I remember the first time I held him and promised him to always love and protect him.

“Mom, it’s because I have examples of awesomeness. I love you, Mom and I always will.”

I would go through everything I have in my life over again knowing I would end up here with two amazing kids and one loving, protective man. Reminds me of a quote from ehuda Berg, “The only way to get to Heaven is to go through Hell.”

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