Page 6 of Anchor

The moment I saw Heaven, I knew she was going to mine. I put her on the back of my bike on our first date and haven’t looked back.

She’s fucking everything, and when I graduated, Dad suggested people believe I ended things with her more for her protection because she wasn’t protected by the club while I was prospecting, but now, I can have this beer then go home and bring my wife back, giving her the cut Hammer had made for me when I joined the club.

Patting my dad on the back, I mutter, “I’m going to grab Heaven.”

He nods with a grin, and I quickly down my bottle before throwing it in the trash and heading to the door. I make eye contact with Steal, who grins wide, knowing where I’m off to, and I give him a salute, walking out of the clubhouse with a pep in my step, though a niggling feeling hits me, like I’ve forgotten something.

It only takes me twenty minutes before I pull up outside our small bungalow on Checkers Street and I smile as I pull up behind her dark gray Nissan, my eyes sliding to the lit-up house.

With a grin stretching my face, I quickly climb off my Harley and rush inside. My eyes instantly go to the living area, and nothing but love consumes me when I notice her sitting on the large, dark gray chair, our son nursing.

Our son….

Fuck, it still feels weird that we have a son.

A few months after we tied the knot, Heaven found out she was pregnant. I was shocked, and I’ll admit, I did panic a little, and with only my mother, father, and Steal knowing about our marriage and my son’s existence, I couldn’t panic on anyone, I had to swallow it all and act like I was happy when in reality, I wasn’t.

I love my son, but I felt like we still had a few years together before kids; I mean, Heaven hasn’t really lived, and now she’s a teen mom.

She ended up quitting college and working nights, something I didn’t fucking want her to do, to earn money because my father refused for me to leave the business courses he signed me up for.

As he stated, once I patched in, I’ll earn more, and she can return to college. And now that’s finally happening, especially since she returned to work two weeks ago, a lot earlier than most new mothers.

“Hey, Angel,” I say quietly, not wanting to disturb our son's feeding.

She looks up and smiles, and I instantly melt as I walk over to my little family and kneel, my hand going to her thigh and my other to our son’s tiny foot.

Fuck, motherhood suits her.

“Hey…” she whispers back before looking down at our son attached to her breast.

Lucky fucking kid.

We haven’t had sex in three months, which is a long fucking time in my eyes, but I understand it. The last month of her pregnancy was hard for her, and it’s been two months since Micha was born, and it was only last week that she got cleared for sex again, but she’s been tired.

“How’s he doing?” I ask as I gently rub his head, my heart softening at how tiny he is.

With dark hair and his mother’s icy blue eyes, he’s perfect….

“Okay,” she replies, “I took a nap with him today so that I don’t fall asleep at our meal later.”

Our meal, what…? Shit!

I shoot my head up, and our eyes connect. She furrows her brows. “You forgot?”

I wince. “Yeah, Angel, I did, but only because Colt, James, and I finally got patched in today—it was a surprise. There’s a big party going on, so I came to pick you up and show you off to the club.”

Her eyes dim, and I hate it, but she knows how important this is to me. I’ve wanted my dad’s approval for years, especially whenI questioned whether or not I wanted even to be a part of the club.

“And what about our son?” she asks.

Crap, I didn’t think about that.

And the father of the year goes to….

I sigh, “I don’t know, Angel. Maybe we could call a sitter for the night.”

She flinches before snapping, “A sitter when I’m nursing? Are you serious right now? I can’t be away from him for too long, Travis, and you know this; it’s why my night shifts have been halved.”

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