Page 49 of Falling for Her

“You want me to grab a mop?” Trina asks getting my attention.

I look to see her eyeing me as she bites her bottom lip and I narrow my eyes as hers lock with mine and she clears her throat as Essy, who doesn’t even turn her head, says, “Yes, and stop checking out my boyfriend!”

I grin as Trina quickly rushes to the back, and my girl stands before we lock eyes. I raise a brow, and she shrugs and states, “Last time I checked, you were mine, and she can keep her eyes to herself.” Essy shakes her head, “All morning she has eyed you up, and I was going to crack at some point, Damian.”

I nod, my grin not leaving my face, loving that she’s always claiming me, and she rolls her eyes before turning to Trina and takes the mop from her and begins to clean up her brother’s mess, who has gone back to coloring with crayons like he didn’t throw a pot of paint on the floor.

Damn, kid…

I chuckle and quickly grab the rest of the paint pots, putting the lids on before he decides to dip his crayons in them. I move his pictures over to the table next to this one, knowing my girl will put them on not only the refrigerator here but also mine and her dad's, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I grin as Aiden demolishes his ham sandwich half an hour later while Essy counts out the registers. She sent Trina home and is ready to close up shop, meaning we not only get to go to the park for a little while before dropping Aiden off with Adam at his office but also get to head for a ride. Even though, technically, she shouldn’t be on the back of my bike because of the baby, I know she needs it.

A little open road and fresh air will do her some good.

“All done!” Aiden cheers, and I grin as I grab his plate and put it near mine while my girl giggles at her brother.

Fuck I love days like this.

“You did good, buddy,” I say, cleaning him up as Essy grabs our plates but before she can disappear, I clear my throat, making her look at me. I tilt my head to the side a little, and she grins before bending and placing a kiss on my lips. I smile, kissing her back.

“I love you,” I murmur, and her cheeks heat as she replies, “I love you too. " Then she walks away, and I shake my head with a smile.

If I tell her enough times, I'm hoping she’ll see I’m here to stay, meaning we can get through this pregnancy, plus it helps that she blushes every time I remind her of my feelings.

I’m guessing she never had that before.

Sighing, I look at Aiden and ask, “Do you want to come out of the seat?” and he nods.

Smiling, I clear up his things, putting them in his bag while he waits patiently, probably already knowing he pushed his luck today with the paint-throwing shit, and just when I’m about to remove the table from his highchair, I pause at my girl’s voice then wince at her happiness.

“Honey…” Essy says with excitement, and I look towards the door only to scowl. I see my dad, Butcher, and Louise in their biker gear all looking at my girl as she hugs my mother as they look her up and down, scrutinizing her, and anger ignites.

They have no right to be here, to try and vet her like I’m club, like she’ll be around them because I fucking ain’t.

My mother notices my look, and she flinches, but I shake my head at them. They know I won’t lose it in my girl’s place of work, especially not with Aiden here. Which is probably why they’ve decided to do this here.

Taking deep breaths to control my anger, I unclip Aiden's table, placing it to the side and then unclip him.

They need to fucking leave, and they need to leave now.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Mama says, and I stand before picking up Aiden, plopping him on my hip, and walking over to them, causing all eyes to come my way.

Louise grins at Aiden while my dad and Butcher soften, seeing the small boy grip me tightly seeing all the new people, going shy.

“He wasn’t this shy half an hour ago,” my girl mumbles and I snort as she fake glares at her little brother who is too busy eyeing my dad before Mama gasps, “Oh Ess, he looks exactly like your mom…” and I look at my girl and see her light diminish a little, and I fucking hate it, but she still smiles and agrees, “He does, and he has so many of her traits.”

Mama nods and gently squeezes my girl’s arm, and I ask, “What are you all doing here?” as calmly as I can while Aiden bends sideways in my arms for his sister, who goes to take him. I narrow my eyes at her making her pause, and she winces suddenly remembering that yeah, she is pregnant, and I don’t give a shit if she’s thinking about termination.

She can’t hold him, not yet, I won’t allow it, and if she decides to keep the baby, she won’t be carrying him, period. I won’t risk her, not now, not ever.

Essy taps his nose making him giggle and I bounce him to keep him my way as dad says, “We came to taste some of your girl's amazing baked goods.”

I narrow my eyes at him knowing that is bullshit. He has come to vet her and he’s out of line in doing so. I handed in my cut, gave up everything I had ever known because of their actions. They can’t come here and think they have a say in my life now.

Shame my girl didn’t get the fucking memo though.

Essy smiles and says, “I still have some baked goods left," before she looks between them and asks, “Do you want them boxed to go?”

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