Page 38 of Kaya's King

Specks

The interior decorof the clubhouse can best be described as Pepto Bismol pink, but neither myself nor my brothers are putting up too much of a fight nor a fuss as we celebrate the fact the two newest princesses are now home with all of us. Chelsea has been moved to a regular room, so Canyon is here for a small window of time to help welcome the new, smallest additions to the PWMC family. He’s got his property patches on his cut which has me grinning.

Of course, my smile is permanently etched on my face because Kaya’s bloodwork came back, and she doesn’t carry the genetic marker I do so any babies we might have in the future will not be born with cystic fibrosis. When she told me a little bit earlier in the day, we had to get in a practice session toward the houseful of babies she wants before Noah woke up. Seeing her walking around the clubhouse somewhat gingerly has me smirking as I walk toward the ice chests for some liquid refreshment.

Grabbing two beers, I head in his direction, holding out one of the bottles while I twist the top off on mine. “You okay, brother?” I question, sitting down next to him as the party rages on around us.

He sighs before turning to look at me. “I’m fucking torn right now, Specks.”

“Explain it to me, brother, so I understand,” I urge.

“Fuck, I’m not sure where to start, okay? But I guess the beginning of my struggle is as good a place as any to begin. I had a shit home life growing up and ended up in the system around my twelfth birthday. After bouncing around to a few houses, I got lucky and landed in a family who believed in what our military stands for, so instead of ending up in juvie, I started applying myself and got a huge signing bonus when I delay enlisted in the Marines after I graduated high school.”

“Sounds like you turned shit around,” I observe.

“Yeah, but because of how I was raised, I never thought about having a long-term relationship with a woman. My earliest memories were of a mother who treated us like burdens, and she’d deliberately start stuff with my old man until he’d lash out. It was fucking toxic as hell, Specks, and once I was able toprocess shit as I got older and understood more, I was afraid with no good examples to go off of except the last house I lived at, I’d fuck it all up.”

“Obviously, something’s changed if you’re feeling torn,” I reply. “Is it Chelsea?”

“She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met in my entire life. She tries to stay in the background which I think is from when she worked for Gia’s family as their maid, but ends up being intrinsically involved in every little thing around here almost effortlessly! Her work ethic is impeccable, she takes her responsibilities seriously, and fuck, brother, I find myself gravitating toward her whenever possible. I’m no innocent, but where she’s concerned, I feel like a bumbling teenage boy trying to get up the nerve to ask his crush out on a date, for fuck’s sake.”

“She’s flipped your world upside down, from the sound of it. Canyon, it’s no secret you’re attracted to her, so take a leap of faith and tell her how you feel.”

“I would if she remembered who the fuck I was, brother.” His voice is full of misery right now.

“Brother, are you saying she’s got amnesia?” I know there are different types but obviously, whatever one she’s got has her not remembering him. Maybe not any of us, although I haven’t seen an indication of that when we’ve taken Noah up to visit her.

“Yeah, the doctor called it retrograde amnesia. So, she remembers some things but not others and I guess, since I wasn’t around initially, I’m one of those areas of non-remembrance and it’s fucking killing me. Do I walk away or stand my ground?”

“What you do is research the fuck out of it so you can help her remember who you are and what you were beginning to mean to one another,” I suggest.

Canyon

I’m going nuts right now but what Specks recommended has some merit to it. “I can do that,” I slowly admit. “Don’t have much going on after visiting hours are over and now that I’m not a prospect, I’m not running all over the place trying to do shit.”

“I don’t know much about the condition but can look into it as well. Is there something y’all talked about a lot you could bring up to spark her memory? Maybe a nickname or somewhere y’all went to eat? A movie y’all talked about or a book you both read?”

“All of those things, actually. I mean, when I was prospecting, it wasn’t a secret I was interested in her so wherever she was at, I was usually around, helping and shit. Do you think it would work?”

“It can’t hurt, and it might do the trick. What’s the worst that can happen? You have to make her fall for you all over again?” Specks asks.

That’s just it; we were in the beginning stages of becoming an us because I wanted to wait to make sure I was patched into the club since I knew she wouldn’t willingly leave her best friend or the family she’s grown accustomed to having.

“You’re right. My foster mom used to say the answer was always no if you didn’t ask the question. This is almost the same scenario, I just have to tweak it a little is all.”

Feeling slightly encouraged, I sit in companionable silence as we finish our beers, my thoughts on the woman who has captured my heart even though she doesn’t have a clue.

Game on, Chelsea. Game fucking on.

The end…for now, of course!

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