“I wanna go home,” she utters so quietly I barely hear her but at those four simple words I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.
“Good, I’ll take you home but how about we actually get something to eat first. I didn’t eat last night and I know you didn’t either and from the looks of it when we get home, you’re taking a nap while I hold you to me,” I state, wrapping her in my arms the best I can with us sitting in this booth.
“I’m exhausted,” she admits, slumping into me.
“I can see that, baby. Let’s eat and get you home.” I place a kiss against the top of her head and turn to sit with my back against the seat while still holding my woman to me. Seeing the waitress, I wave a hand to grab her attention. I order the big breakfast sampler for myself and a thing of pancakes for Tiny.
As the waitress leaves, I glance back at Tiny to find her eyes closed as she rests her head against my chest.
“I’m sorry I left,” she whispers without opening her eyes. “I feel like a horrible mom who abandoned her children.”
“Tiny, you’re not at fault here. If anyone is to blame, it’s me. I blew everything out of proportion last night and caused you to feel unsafe. I know we’ve had arguments in the past, but we haven’t ever had anything like that before and I think it’s rocked us both. As for being a horrible mom, baby, you could have taken them with you, but you knew if something happened to you, they’d be harmed as well. So, no, you’re not a bad mom for leaving them where they’d be protected. Just know this, I’m never letting shit like this happen again,” I grumble, resting my cheek to the top of her head.
“Promise?” she asks, her voice sounding tired.
“Yeah, Bitsy, I promise,” I sigh.
And I mean it. I’m not letting anything like this happen again. Not when my woman means the world to me.
“Just so you know, on the way home, we’re swinging by the courthouse. I’m marrying you and then we’re gonna build a house off to the side of the clubhouse where we’ll live and grow old together,” I inform her.
“Hm, that sounds nice,” she rasps.
Damn right it did and I couldn’t wait to make it official.
A few minutes later our food comes out and I have to tell Tiny to sit up and eat so we could get out of there.
Thirty minutes after the food is set in front of us, I pay the bill and reach out for Tiny’s hand. I guide her out to my bike. This will be the only time I’m allowing her on the bike while pregnant. Soon as she’s adjusted behind me with her front plastered to my chest, I turn us in the direction of the courthouse.
Like I said, I wasn’t waiting any more time without her being mine in every way possible and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Chapter Eight
Tiny
I swear I was getting whiplash with all the emotions tormenting me right now but at least one of them trumps over all the negative ones.
Deliriously happy.
Chains not only came after me to bring me home, he apologized. Which is something my man would never do for anyone else. I know this because I’ve seen him in action when it comes to those around the clubhouse. If you piss him off and he yells at you, they better not expect him to say ‘I’m sorry.’ Those words aren’t something he says lightly.
I’m sure some people would think I’m nuts for taking him back for the way he acted or make him prove himself with some big approach about it all. Well, I’m not them and I’m positive that Chains will find a way to make up for the way he treated me. Plus, he’s my heart and as he said I can’t live without him.
I mean I could but it would be a half-life.
Soon as Chains and I walk out of the courthouse, he pulls me into his arms and holds me close. “Love you, Sloane Garnier,” he murmurs, leans down and presses his lips to mine.
Hm, I do love it when he’s sweet like this.
And the fact he decided he wasn’t going to wait like he suggested before the blow up yesterday causes my stomach to flutter. I didn’t want to wait yesterday and now I’m tied to him in every way. I not only bear his property tattoo, I wear his property cut and finally I officially have his last name.
“Love you too, Darren Garnier. Now take me home, I want to lay down and take a nap with you,” I murmur.
“What about the twins?” he asks, lifting a brow.
“Would it be possible if we have a couple hours alone?” I ask in return. “Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m exhausted and could use the sleep. Yesterday tired me out at the zoo then everything else. Put walking all night on top of all of that and I’m dead on my feet.”
“I get it, Bitsy. Come on, let’s get you home and in bed. I’ll lie with you for a bit then relieve Ryder and Brielle of babysitting duty,” he states, guiding me the rest of the way to his bike.
I stand next to his bike and put my helmet on as he swings his leg over to straddle his bike. Chains holds a hand out for me to take. Giving him a smile, I take his hand and follow his movements until I’m pressed against his back with my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I rest my head against his shoulder blades as he
