Page 94 of Choosing My Happiness
“Jim,” I breathed. My whisper was muffled by his full-face helmet, but I know he heard me by the way his eyes softened slightly.
He took my head in his hands and gently headbutted me, before turning around and swinging his leg over the old bike. The engine roared as he pushed the kick start, and then shifted forward in the seat. He held out his hand to help me climb on. I felt the clamor of eyes hiding behind the clubhouse windows as they watched the unofficial announcement. I was Jim’s ol’lady, riding on the back of his bike.
We rumbled through the streets, Jim resting a hand on my thigh whenever he could. This ride was different, it felt peaceful. I felt content with my arms around him, secure and safe. Nothing would hurt me again. This was what I should have had all those years ago. Riding up the dirt driveway felt like coming home.
Jim held the bike steady while I got off, then stood and helped me take off the helmet. He drew a deep breath in through his nostrils as he pulled me close.
“Thank you.” He kissed my forehead.
“What for?”
“For making my dreams come true. Everything I want is right here now. You, a baby, a family. You’re perfect.”
I whispered his name again. He was wrong. He was the perfect one. He waited for me, he responded to me, he made me feel like I deserved happiness.
Jim bent down and picked me up in his arms. “How long do I have you for?” he grumbled.
I sighed. “Only tonight. I called in sick.”
He smiled and planted a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “Let’s make the best of it then.”
He carried me into the old house, and down the hallway to his room, before laying me on the bed. He toed off his shoes, andremoved his kutte, while watching me watch him. I couldn’t get over how right this felt, being in his room, in his house, being his, openly and honestly. I wiggled my body up so I was sitting on the bed and could take off my own kutte. Now it was Jim’s turn to watch me with his stormy eyes. I held out the leather garment, and Jim reached for it with a smirk.
“I hope I never lose this feeling when I see you in my kutte,” he said.
“What feeling?”
“Contentment, that everything is right with the world, safety, all of the above.” He turned and hung the kuttes side by side together. “Happiness.”
I crawled to my knees and sat back on my heels to take off my shirt. “It feels like I’ve come home,” I said, lifting the shirt over my head for the second time tonight. Then I realized.
“What?” Jim asked, looking at the expression on my face.
“I’m not wearing a bra,” I told him, my face reddening. “It’s still in Bull’s office.”
Jim burst out in laughter, before ripping his own shirt over his head and diving onto the bed next to me.
“He’ll deal. It’s his fault anyway. He’s the one who sent a prospect to deal with a pregnant girl four years ago.”
I lay down beside the love of my life, and tangled my fingers in his soft hair.
“The start of a love story for the ages,” I murmured.
Jim sighed. “Definitely.”
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Chapter 67: 2 Weeks Later - Blaze
My ears were ringing with the magistrate’s words.
“Divorce granted.”
I wasn’t getting Daisy back.
She had attended with her lawyer and Midwife, and half the fucking club supporting her. She provided transcripts, rental agreements, everything proving that she had not only left me and we had no contact for the whole of four fucking years, but I had not supported her through any of it. And now she was a stranger to me.
The Daisy who stood before the judge wasn’t a scared young girl trying to make me see her. She was a confident career woman, a qualified nurse, who knew her worth. She fucking put herself through school. It was just like Shaquilla kept telling me. She didn’t want me.
