Page 59 of Bound By Redemption
She hiccupped, saying, “Yeah.”
I kissed the top of her head, scooted to the edge of the bed, grabbed my boxers and pulled them on, then my shorts. Yes, having a child most definitely changed a lot.
Remy’s arms were already up in the air for me to pick her up. I lifted her and proceeded to blow raspberries in her neck. Her giggle was one of the best sounds in the world. She continued laughing as we made our way to the bed and fell on it.
Ensley had already put her shorts and top on. She was stealthy, had to give her that.
“Good morning!” Ensley cried to Remy who jumped from me to her mother, wrapping her up tight in a hug. If the kid was any stronger, she could’ve hurt Ensley she hugged so hard.
“Sleep good?” Ensley asked her, and Remy nodded. She may not have a lot of words yet, but she knew what was going on and the appropriate responses. I’d say my daughter was one smart cookie.
We played around on the bed for a while. Giggles and laughter reigned throughout the space.
“Mommy has something important to tell you,” Ensley told Remy who was sitting between Ensley and me. Remy held her hand.
“Uuutt,” Remy said. Yes, the little thing was smart.
“Do you know how Deke is Chandler’s daddy?”
“Yethhhhhhh.”
Her ‘yes’ made me smile, reminding me of Elmer Fudd. The anticipation was killing me. I’d never been so excited about something in my life.
I watched Remy’s every movement as she stared into her mother’s eyes, just waiting to hear what she had to say. Our little girl was beautiful. I put it all in my memories, never wanting to forget this moment.
“You have a daddy too.” Remy’s eyes lit with a small spark as her hand came out and took mine.
My brow quirked at Ensley. Surely a two-year-old had no idea the level of impact she was showing at that moment. As if she wanted me and only me to be her daddy.
“Yes. Your daddy is Micah.”
Remy smiled and launched herself at me. Happiness wasn’t grand enough to express my feelings. Remy loved me. She was happy I was her father. And fuck, I was happy to be her father. Never thought about the days when I’d be a dad, but this right here was one of the best moments of my life.
20
Micah
“You’re shittin’me,” I answered, not believing what Ryker was showing the few of us who were down in the cave. The symbol I saw tattooed on one of the men was being held in the air by Ryker.
“No, I’m not fuckin’ shittin’ you,” Ryker fired back, moving to the large dry erase board along the wall. He yanked open the pen, drawing the two triangles. “Stay with me, guys.”
We all nodded, giving Ryker our attention. The information was nonexistent, and we needed something. Maybe this was that something.
Ryker pointed to the triangles. “They overlap in the center with the tips meeting.” He drew them, and I thought back at what I saw, and yeah, they did overlap, but it was very minutely. So barely there I missed it.
“The overlapping points stand for a male and a female fucking to have kids.”
I went to say something, but Cruz had beat me to it. “That’s what you got from that? Ryker, what the fuck man?”
That didn’t look anything like a woman and man fucking.
“Right. The octagon around it is the community. The family locking everyone in.” Ryker shook his head. “Fuckin’ didn’t pick it up the first time I’d heard it. It wasn’t until I’d seen it that it hit me.”
“Get on with it, fucker,” GT threw in, and I was with him. This shit had to get figured out.
“The flag represents the union of religious beliefs. This fucking symbol is from my biological family.” He looked right at me. “Ensley’s family. They’re behind this fuckin’ shit. The bombs. Ensley’s place. All of it. Those pieces of shit are the ones doing all of it.”
“Why blow the shit up?” Nox asked.
