I mean years.
Angelina.
Oh shit. Glancing around the room, I’m glad to find Pitch Black missing. Fuck. I don’t think he knows she’s back, if he did, he’d lose his shit. Gutted him in a way that marked him, making him the man he is now. He finds out she’s here, all hell will break loose.
“She okay?” Chains asks, his voice haggard as he steps forward breaking through my thoughts.
“Yes, she and the babies are okay. Right now, Sloane is in recovery and your son and daughter were moved to the NICU due to their size. I can take you down to the NICU if you like and when Sloane has been moved to her room you can see her,” Angelina states, her face not showing a hint of emotion.
“I want to see my ol’ lady,” Chains demands.
“You can when she’s moved to her room,” Angelina mutters.
“Angelina, I’ll see my fuckin’ woman, to see with my own motherfuckin’ eyes she’s okay. Then I’m going to see my kids. Now take me to Tiny,” Chains demands with a curl of his lip.
Yeah, he knows who she is and he’s not happy with her at the moment considering she’s trying to tell him he can’t see his woman.
Nodding, Angelina, turns and lifts her badge, scans it to the sensor, and allows Chains to follow her through the double doors leading to his woman.
“Well, that was exciting,” Faith grumbles, turning in my arms. “Let’s go home and give Chains and Tiny some time alone.”
Squeezing Faith to me, I nod my head. As much as I’ve got to fix between the two of us, there’s one thing I intend to fix the moment we get home.
Faith is going to know without a doubt, I’m never fuckin’ letting her do a damn thing alone again.
Chapter Thirteen
Faith
One Month Later
You know that saying, Life will throw you curve balls when you least expect it?
Well it definitely decided to do that for me. After making sure Tiny and the babies would be okay, I was mentally and physically drained. I never expected to share my story about when Alec was born, let alone share it with Chains in front of the rest of the people surrounding us. However, he needed something to help reassure himself that the hospital staff would make sure his woman would be okay. That his kids would be okay. So, I’d done the only thing I could think that might help.
Over the past month, the two of us had somehow formed a friendship, one in which I love. It’s similar to what Lawson and I had which makes me feel good. As if I had a big brother who needed me to look out for him and he’d do vice versa. Being around him and Tiny as much as I have lately, I’ve noticed the indescribable bond Chains and Tiny share. Beautiful as it is, the best of it is seeing them with their son and daughter they named, River and Brook.
Chains’ sister, Victoria, came down for a quick visit and gave her brother shit about the names saying this was the reason he didn’t want her to use the name River. And not because her kid would have been joked on. The two of them together were hilarious. I didn’t know her that well but from what I heard of her she’s pretty badass. Considering who she’s married to she’d have to be. One look at Tracker and I wanted to hide in the nearest corner, he had this look in his eye that said it all, fuck with me and I’ll gut your ass.
Alex and I have grown closer than we ever were before. I adore watching him with Alec, the two of them have such a blast doing anything and everything you can imagine together. My favorite being sitting on the porch watching them work on Alex’s motorcycle. Alec is enthralled with his dad’s bike as Alex points out different tools and whatnot.
Everything for the past month has been nothing short of pure happiness. Even through the hurdles. Alex and I have bickered on several occasions about things such as the bills I want to help contribute to paying along with him going out and trading my car in for a brand-new GMC Tahoe.
I swear my blood pressure went through the roof when him and I argued about him trading my car in. I loved that car, mainly because he’d bought it for me and now it was gone. I didn’t like not one of the things I’d kept that Alex gave me. Lyrica was there for this argument and sided with Alex on this one stating I needed a new vehicle; however, she did voice my reasoning for being so upset. Alex seemed to understand this and sat down with me in his arms, told me, nothing of material like a car is as sentimental as what really holds memories. Especially a simple car. Compared to the rings he pointed out, the very ones he put on my finger when I married him, as well as he put back on my finger after taking them off the necklace I always wore, were far more important in memories than the car.
After this I relented, unable to fight against words so beautiful.
The only thing that darkened my life over the past month is the fact, we didn’t know where the lunatic went. I ended up getting a new phone number and for the past week, I’d been receiving the same calls from an unknown number. I haven’t answered the first one, but it freaks me out to think this lunatic might have found me again.
“Ma fée,” Alex murmurs as he tightens his arms around me when I climb back into the bed to snuggle close to him again, my heart racing at what I just confirmed. It scares me because
