“Faith, it’s only right you come home. I get it but for Alec’s safety until I know what’s going on it is best you come back to Louisiana where I can watch over you both. Fuse doesn’t have his shit with him to look into this guy and I’m not taking any chances. So tomorrow, Pit and I will look over your car before they hit the road to finish the trip up to his sister while you, Alec, and I guess your friend Lyrica, who by the way needs to learn to keep her mouth shut when it’s none of her business, can head back home,” I inform her of the game plan.
“Lyrica is who she is and no one can tell her to do anything. She’s my best friend and has been there every day. She was there when I needed someone when my parents died so excuse me if I’m not going to tell her to curb the attitude when that’s not who she is.” There’s a bit of the woman I married coming forth, not much but it’s something. But then her words sink in about her parents.
“Baby . . .” Faith shakes her head as she closes her eyes telling me to stop.
“Please don’t. I’m tired. I’ve been awake since six and now it’s well past two in the morning and Alec will be up first thing. I need sleep,” she proclaims.
Seeing the truth of Faith’s words, in the dark circles under her eyes, she needs more than a few simple hours of sleep. More like days’ worth of it.
“Alright, then we’ll talk after you get some rest. I’ve been on the road all day so I could use some shut eye as well,” I mutter.
Nodding, Faith turns to go into the room, and I stay behind for a brief moment. Letting out a breath I lift my arms in a stretch, clasping my hands together, and resting them behind my head as I look down at the balcony floor.
Why did I ever think that because I’d been shot, nearly losing my life, I couldn’t protect Faith? I could have, but I was to fuckin’ blind by the thought of not being able to, I threw our lives away.
Now I’ve got a second chance to make things right between us and I’m not about to let that shit pass me by. Fuck that.
My woman is in my room, same as my son. My family and I’m not going to let them slip through my fingers. I’ve lost enough time with them. I might have broken my promise to Faith once but I’ll make it up to her and show her just how damn good we can be again.
Sighing, I go back into the room, close and lock the door behind me as I focus on the two in the bed already snuggled together.
Shit.
This is what I’ve missed. I knew when we had kids Faith would be a great mother and this right here proves my words true.
Faith with her arms wrapped around Alec’s body protecting him as they lay in the middle of the bed.
Stripping out of my jeans, I climb into the bed behind Faith, wrap my arms around them for the first time in four years, knowing this is where I was always meant to be. I close my eyes and inhale the strawberry scent of Faith’s hair as I drift off to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Faith
I’m pulled from a deep sleep when I feel my little man poking my cheek.
“Momma,” he whispers.
Opening my eyes, I meet his at the same time registering the warmth at my back and the weight of the arm surrounding not just me but Alec as well.
Oh shit.
Alex is in bed with me. Holding me and our son in his arm.
Oh God. I used to love this feeling. I wished for it more than once over the past four years, especially on the nights I would cry myself to sleep due to the cold growing within me. I missed him so much and having this, even for this moment, means the world to me.
“Momma,” Alec whispers again.
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur quietly not wanting to wake Alex.
“I dreamed Daddy was here. That he came for us.” God, I love my little boy and the love he has for a man he hadn’t met until last night. I knew he wouldn’t really remember last night. When he’s tired, he doesn’t remember much.
“That’s because I’m right here, little man,” Alex declares in his gravelly sleep filled voice that does things to my body I hadn’t felt in a very long time. Well between his voice and the ridge that’s pressing against my ass.
At the sound of Alex’s voice, Alec’s eyes light up and he immediately pops up to throw himself over me into his dad’s chest. “Daddy,” he yells in a fit of giggles.
“Hey, little man,” Alex says, wrapping his arms around our son after having released his hold on me for Alec.
“I can’t believe you’re finally here. I get to show you all my toys and teddys and, and, and my pictures,” Alec says excitedly. “Oh, Momma can make her pancakes for us.”
“Alec, baby, I can’t make pancakes right now but what if Momma takes you to get pancakes,” I suggest not wanting to burst his happy bubble. He loves his pancakes. Chocolate chip, blueberry, anything really in them except for nuts. I’d found out he was allergic to them and it was one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced. It was also a day I nearly broke down and called Alex.
Seeing your child turning blue unable to breathe due to his airway closing, I’d been freaked but thankfully I was able to get to the hospital in time for them to help save him.
“What if I take my family to get breakfast so we can get our game plan
