Page 97 of Choosing My Happiness
“Did she accept the jewelry?” she asked. Again I shook my head.
Molly huffed. “She’s so stubborn. I just made one mistake,” she whined.
I looked at her. “Don’t insult my ex-wife,” I told her, pushing myself upright and pulling the door closed.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” she pouted. I turned and strode to my bike, ignoring her.
“Blaze.” She caught my arm as I walked past. “I thought maybe you and Dylan can come for dinner one night? I haven’t seen you at all lately.”
I shook my head again. “I’m heading out.”
“Oh, I could look after Dylan for you.” she offered.
Again, I shook my head, and disengaged my arm.
“I don’t think so, Molly. He’s staying with Shaquilla. They’ve organized some sleepovers with D2. I don’t think that’s something you’d enjoy.”
Molly paled. Bull had found out about her comments about his daughter, and her attitude towards his wife. She’d had to find a new place in town, seeing as he’d evicted her. She wasn’t a club member, only an associate. He was still dubious about her coming to the clubhouse, but allowed it for now. Molly knew she was on shaky ground if she wanted to stay connected.
I swung my leg over my bike and started it up to leave. Tomorrow, I’d also start moving Dylan and myself into this house. It was time to move on. My old dreams and life were dead. I’d better start living the one I’d been dealt.
Time to grow up.
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Epilogue: 8 Months Later - Daisy
I lay in bed watching Jim coo over the bundle in his arms. Our daughter blinked back at him, staring at her father with newborn confusion.
It had been an emotionally hard pregnancy, but Jim had been there every step of the way. All the appointments, scans, health checks, scares. He’d turned up for anything and everything.
He’d soothed my fears with action. He’d definitely been there for the birth…again. Rubbing my back, encouraging me, soothing me, loving me. Helping me give birth to our big baby girl at full term.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes, and reached out his hand to grasp mine.
“She’s beautiful. A beautiful little princess. Well done, My Queen.”
He gave me a deep kiss and steadied himself around me, then passed her to me. I snuggled her in my arms, and she frowned at me.
“I remember the last time we sat like this,” he rumbled. “He was beautiful too. Absolute perfection. I wonder what he’d think of her.”
I smiled. “He’d love her.”
We gazed at our little Rose Lucille Thorne as she slowly drifted to sleep.
“You’re going to have to update your tattoo,” I told Jim.
He hummed questioningly in response.
“You’re going to have to add Baby James’s name to his birthdate. Maybe when you add Rose,” I elaborated.
“You noticed?” He sounded surprised.
“I trace it every night, didn’t you notice?” I responded.
He rubbed his chin against my ear. “I thought you just like feeling my chest,” he mumbled.
“Oh, I do,” I agreed. “That’s why Rose is here.”
