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Fiveyearslater…
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
I open my arms as my little girl barrels straight toward me. I pick her up and twirl her around. She’s got on this frilly pink dress wearing her little leather coat that has Sinners Princess across the back, black patent leather shoes, and a rhinestone headband she calls her tiara that she doesn’t leave home without. Of course, because all the brothers have her spoiled like she’s one.
“How’s my little princess?”
My daughter Grace is the best thing to ever happen to me. Along with her mother of course. Four years ago, when I found out I was going to be a father after Alana was shot, I panicked, and that panic increased when we found out she was going to be a girl.
I’m not the best man, I can admit. I let go of a lot of my pride before Alana agreed to even give me a chance to have any of this. I’m lucky she stayed in Oakland to give our relationship a chance. It’s amazing how the birth of a child can change your perspective on life. A lot of things I changed about myself was to make sure I kept my family. A very difficult journey but I made it. By no means will I be the perfect father or husband, but I will always put them first.
“Good,” she says.
I tickle her. “Just good?”
Her laugh is like music to my ears. It’s one of the most wonderful sounds I’ve ever heard, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to not hearing it.
“Daddy!” She laughs. “Stop tickling me!”
I stop and kiss her on her head full of dark curls. “I love you, Princess.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
“Uncle Gavin!” she yells, as she squirms to get out of my arms. “Uncle Logan!”
I put her down and she runs full speed into Logan’s arms. His hard exterior softens as she kisses him on the cheek. Gavin ruffles her curls, and she giggles.
My brothers absolutely love my daughter and like the rest of us, she has them wrapped around her fingers.
Today we’re supporting, my wife, at her book signing for her latest book that just hit the NYT Bestsellers list. I was shocked when I found out she’s a very popular author. When I did find out, I remember her being vague about what she did for a living. I didn’t know why back then, but I understand it now.
I’m not much for romance but when some of the Old Ladies found out who she was, they treated her like a celebrity. It made her uncomfortable at first, but now once a month at the clubhouse, all the women hold a book club. It’s been funny as hell to see some of my hardcore brothers join in sometimes especially if they are discussing mc romances which also happens to be a thing. Go figure. She doesn’t like the attention, but she deserves everything she receives. She’s an amazing woman. I’m not biased, I’m just calling it like a see it.
“Hey, husband.”
That sultry voice moves my attention away from my daughter and her uncles to my drop-dead gorgeous wife and I can’t help the smile that comes to my face.
Like always she looks amazing. She’s in an all-black jumpsuit and red stilettos that match her crimson-stained lips.
I pull her into my embrace, then kiss her soft lips. “Hey, wife. How’s it going?”
“We have a few more books to sign, then I’m all yours,” she says as her thumb wipes away lipstick from my mouth.
I kiss her lips, then move down to her jawline, ignoring everyone else in the room. It has been hours since I’ve seen her, and I miss her.
“Good. I want to fuck you so bad.”
She pulls away, giggling. “We’re in public, Dylan.”
“When have you known me to give a fuck what people think, sweetheart.”
If I want to kiss my wife, then that’s what I’ll do. Everyone else be damn. I will never not show this woman how much I want her. How much I need her.
She places her hand on my chest and gazes in my eyes. “You’re crazy, but I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
My life has come full circle. First, I found a family with my blood brothers, then the Sinners, and now with Alana and my daughter.
