Page 36 of Trigger's Forever

Winnie sighs with a smile pulling at her lips. “He came by the shop last week. And then again today.”

“Bull came to Poppies and Petals?” I gape. Picturing the big military man prancing around a floral shop is not something easy to imagine.

Winnie clasps her hands in front of her heart. “It’s just the sweetest thing. I didn’t put it together, but every week Horse comes in and buys Maggie the prettiest magnolias. To be honest, he’s really the only reason I order them as often as I do.”

Maggie’s real name is Magnolia. My heart clenches in my chest at the thought of Horse, who’s one of the scariest looking guys in the club, with his long scar covering half of his face, buying flowers for Maggie every week. Flowers that quite literally have the same name as his wife at that.

She reaches forward, running her fingers along a soft blanket covered in the prettiest floral pattern. “Well, Logan came in last week, found the magnolias right away, and bought all of them.” She shakes her head, then giggles, “It was so embarrassing. Here I was, drooling over the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life, and he was buying flowers for a woman! I thought for sure he was a random man buying flowers for a girlfriend or a wife, and I was jealous!”

Winnie is talking with such animation that I can’t help but grin. Every story she tells is so vivid, and she uses every part of her body to bring each one to life.

“I even told him how lucky of a lady she was last week! He was so polite and just laughed. He finally told me today the story of how his dad buys his mom flowers every week, but his dad isn’t able to do it right now, so he was just trying to make his mom smile.” Winnie gets another lovestruck look across her face as she zones out, looking across the store. “It took me a minute to put it together, but after he said his mom's name was Magnolia, which is why he was buying my magnolias, I realized who he was. I didn’t even recognize him!”

I laugh as Winnie shakes her head while her cheeks turn red.

“He goes by Bull in the club, right?”

I nod my head and pick up the floral blanket Winnie was just holding.

“I can see why. The man is huge.”

I don’t dare tell Winnie the real reason why they gave him the name Bull. She seems embarrassed enough.

“Have you heard anything? Is his dad doing any better? I didn’t want to pry,” she asks, gently.

I shake my head. “I think they try not to talk about it too much in front of me.” I say, shrugging my shoulders and wincing. “I think everyone’s afraid of me going crazy or something. The only thing I’ve heard was when Tank and Maria were talking to Bull when he stopped by. He said it’s still rocky. He’s going to be home until something happens.”

Winnie smiles softly, absently rubbing her small belly.

“He’s still in a coma for the foreseeable future, and I know I just keep praying he comes out of it.”

“Did they ever find out what happened?”

“Not that I know of, but at this point, it’s definitely club business, so I don’t think I’ll ever find out.”

We continue weaving through aisles and aisles of baby stuff. I hold onto the blanket as we turn down another aisle where cribs line the long shelf display.

“Are you buying that?” Winnie nods to the blanket.

“I figured one of us should. Out of these three babies, I figure at least one of them has to be a girl,” I reply and shrug, running one hand along the rail of a beautiful white crib.

“Can you imagine if we had all boys!” Winnie exclaims, excitedly.

My eyes widen at the thought of three little boys running around, getting into everything.

“Or three girls!” she exclaims.

“I work with all girls, Winnie. We do not want three girls,” I say, shaking my head. At the thought of all the women I work with, sadness washes over me.

It’s been over a month since the incident, which means I haven’t seen most of my friends in that long as well.

Seeing Bunny at the hospital last week really made me realize how much I miss her and even Lyric. I know Lyric has her own shit she deals with mentally, but no matter what, we have always been there for each other. She texts me every single day to let me know she’s there for me as soon as I’m ready.

I make a mental note to force myself to send a group text so they don’t think I’ve abandoned them, just like they make sure I know they haven’t abandoned me.

“Do you want to get dinner here? Or maybe go to the diner?” Winnie asks, grabbing a white fluffy lamb stuffed animal and holding it in her arms.

“Trigger brings me the diner at least twice a week.” Suddenly, an intense hunger for enchiladas hits me and my mouth waters. “I want Mexican.”

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