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I gritted my teeth. “What can I do to help?” I asked.
She shook her head against my chest. “Just keep hanging on.” She lifted her head to look up at me. “Come and visit Horse often in the meantime?”
I snorted. “That idiot is trying to discharge himselftonight. Wants to get back to his momma,” I growled.
Daisy tilted her head. “I didn’t take him for a momma’s boy.”
I rolled my eyes. Horse was the biggest Momma’s boy. No girl was ever going to compare with her. Luckily, she was the nicest woman you’d ever meet. It was a shame with what was happening to her.
“I think he’s worried because she’s got some sort of neurological condition, and he doesn’t like being away from her for too long.” I rested my chin on her hair and breathed her in, feeling the rest of my agitation falling away.
“He’s not going to be able to help her much in his condition,” she reminded me. I shrugged, giving in to the peacefulness surrounding her. The boy was going to do what he wanted.
The doors opened, erupting the voice of Tinker grumbling at Bear. It seemed that Horse won against sensible words. Tinker used the phrase, “dumber than my son!” I felt Daisy snort into my chest, then pull herself away.
“I’d better get back to work.” She smiled apologetically, stepping out of my arms. I felt the sting of the cold air bite where she vacated.
“Daisy?!” Tinker growled in surprise. “What are you doing out here? The boys told me you worked here.”
Daisy smiled at the grumpy old man. “I do. I was just taking a break. I’m heading back in now. I’m guessing you’re here to pick these guys up and take them home?”
“Yeah, and that idiot in there too, it seems,” he grumbled, throwing a thumb over his shoulder.
Daisy shook her head. “Just dose him up on pain meds and let him sleep it off on the drive down. After that, it’s someone else’s problem,” she advised, then she turned back to me. “Seems like it’s goodbye again.” She reached up and pulled my head down. I gripped her waist and kissed her thoroughly, wanting to imprint her taste on my lips. “Stay safe until I can get back to you, please,” she whispered against me. I nodded. It was hard to talk with the lump that was choking my throat.
“What the fuck? Daiz? What about Blaze?” Tinker looked stunned.
Daisy turned and glared at him. “I’m divorcing Blaze whether he likes it or not. Hate to say it, Tinker, but your son is a piece of shit. It’s honestly a wonder that he came from you at all.” She lifted her chin at all of us, and walked back inside.
Bear’s snort of suppressed laughter was the reaction I wanted to give, but it didn’t dampen Tinker’s expression.
He glared at me. “What’s that about? When did this start?” he yelled.
I stood up tall and looked down at him.
“For me? Four years ago, when I sat with her while she gave birth to your grandson.” I watched emotions filter across his face, grief, anger, confusion. “For her, I don’t know when. But you, and everyone else knows that she deserves loyalty. And that’s what I’ll give her, until the dayIdie, I’m hers.” I stepped around the old man and walked back inside to see Horse and get him packed up.
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Chapter 62: Daisy
My moods had been all over the place since Jim left, but they were uncontrollable now. I was actually crying at the drop of a hat. I couldn’t mentally or physically control myself anymore. I had put it down to missing Jim, until the nausea started. The pregnancy test two days ago confirmed it. Now, I was driving down the highway, trying not to be pessimistic. Time was running out on this divorce, the first hearing in just two weeks, and life had thrown a whole bag full of wrenches in the works.
I didn’t have a plan for when I saw Jim. I had a bag of clothes, and hope. Hope that Jim would stay true to his words, that he was mine. I was definitely his and more now.
I pulled into the clubhouse parking lot, and paused, gathering my courage. I looked at the array of bikes parked in front of the doors. I recognized Jim’s grandfather’s bike, andBlaze’s, and Tinker’s on the far left with a cover over it, to protect it like the baby it was to him.
I sucked in a deep breath to brace myself, before opening the door and stepping out of the car. A wave of nausea hit me and I had to bend over and vomit near the back wheel. I grimaced as I saw the residue on the tire, and leaned back against the door of my car. Fuck, I was scared shitless. I kept comparing my pregnancies and praying for differences. I didn’t want to lose this one like I had Baby James.
My hand curled protectively across my belly. At this early stage, I knew I wasn’t showing…But the fear was there. I huffed out a breath and wiped my mouth.
“Strength, courage. He calls you his queen, so act like it,” I muttered to motivate myself to take that first step towards the clubhouse. Then the next step. Soon, I had walked all the way to the clubhouse door, with only one pit stop to empty my stomach out again.
I paused before the door and listened to the commotion inside, then I creaked it open and tried to sneak inside. My eyes found Jim immediately. He was perched on the edge of the table, beer in hand, chatting to the people around him. His grey eyes snapped to me, and I watched his face gleam with joy, then his eyes squint with concern and suspicion.
He slowly stood up, maintaining eye contact with me. I felt my nausea rising again, along with my heartbeat. My pulse pounded in my ears. Anger darkened his face, and I had to slap my hand across my mouth before I vomited again. I shouldn’t have come. He was a brother first, and I was going to be one of those girls who ripped apart a family because I couldn’t keep my legs together. I could hear my mother…myformermother’s voice in my head, screeching about patch-chasers, women who baby-trapped their men into a kutte. I took a step back and scrambled with my fingers for the door.
“Daisy!” A big grin underneath a pair of yellow eyes blocked my view of Jim. I couldn’t stop it. I vomited on Blaze.
