Page 182 of Tied to You
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, she gathers her breath. She then rolls her head, and we both look at Riley, waiting for him to decide what to do.
He could take forever, and I still wouldn’t move until he was ready. Fortunately, he doesn’t make us wait long. He grabs for his mum, and her arm lifts for him to step under.
Mollie lowers her lips to his dark hair, kissing him, keeping her mouth to his head.
I slowly move my arm reserved for him around his shoulders, letting him know I’ve got him.
When he slides his arm around my back, his small hand grabbing the leather on my back… I break down and fall apart. It’s the first time it’s ever happened to me. With these two in my arms, I know it won’t be the last. They are my world. And I’ve missed them. Missed everything about them.
My tears stream like a rapid, and I hear Mollie’s father’s footsteps slowly backing away.
He’s leaving, but not before he places a hand on my shoulder.
I briefly look up, blinking away my tears, giving him a nod, letting him know I’ve got them, they’re safe with me.
He returns it, and the door clicks shut as I hold my family in my arms, gently rocking them as their protector.
I once promised Mollie I’d never be her knight in shining armour. It might be black leather instead of white robes, but Iwillbe the man wholoves her unconditionally, fights for her when she needs me to, and loves her like nothing else matters.
Our son will grow with three parents who love him. I’m not delusional, I know not every day will be like this, but I know that even though time may have passed, some bonds can never be broken.
After all, family is forever.
Epilogue
TRAVIS
Two years later
“Here you go.”
I look up at Mads holding out two fresh beers. I accept one with a smile, watching as she passes the next to Dean.
He takes it, opening it with his teeth and spitting the cap to the ground as he sits back in his chair.
“And here’s your baby boy, Daddy.” She lowers her body, carefully passing their three-month-old son, Finlay, to him. I watch his face pull into a smile as he sits up, taking his son skilfully with one arm. He rests back slowly, manoeuvring Fin onto his chest. “Where are you going?” he asks Mads, his voice hushed so as not to wake the baby.
Mads leans down, taking his face in her hands. “Your daughter wants to play with the chickens before we eat and cut the cake.” She kisses him, smiling before she walks toward the main group of people here to celebrate Grace’s second birthday.
Grace chose the farm for all the animals, and of course, Mick and Janette were more than happy to oblige. This place has never looked so bright.
I lift my feet up to rest on the corner of a hay bale, taking a long sip of my beer. I close my eyes, head back against the chair. The sun hits my face, and I let it soak me, covering me in calm.
“Bollocks.”
I open my eyes, turning my head to my best mate.
“Pass me that parasol will you.”
I sit up, looking around and grabbing it. I place my beer down, poppingthe parasol open and wedging it in the ground. It blankets Dean and Finlay in shade, and I sit back down, picking up my beer. I close my eyes again, listening to the sounds of everyone enjoying themselves.
It’s nice. Peaceful. Breathing in, I smile. I’m pretty sure there’s a saying about finding calm in the chaos. That’s certainly what I’ve done. Dwelling in the present moment, I can’t help but feel like one lucky son of a bitch. I got my mate back. Watched him get married and have a son. Found secure business for the club.
Got my girl back.
Foundmyson.
Life really couldn’t get any better.
