“I love you, Mark. I still think you’re being ridiculous about not having sex. The doctor said it was fine,” she sighed out, snuggling her face into his chest with a yawn. He smiled over her head and kissed her on the forehead again. Lately she’d gone from fully awake to sleeping like the dead in minutes. It always amused him.
“I know you do but sometimes doctors are wrong, and I can’t chance it. You’re both too important to me,” he said, hugging her to his chest and hoping that he never had to find out what living without her would be like. Before he’d known her, he hadn’t known better but now that he did, he just couldn’t imagine it.
“You’re being so silly,” she said with a big yawn in the middle. Peanut kissed her nose and each eye. His heart tight with love and another tender emotion he only felt with her and Jasmine. He suspected he’d have the same feeling for his son once he was born.
“Go to sleep, Lovely. You’re tired and I want you to get some rest.”
“Fin—ne,” she said, letting out another big yawn.
He held her until she was asleep a few minutes later before easing from the bed to take care of things in the bathroom. Afterwards he climbed in beside her and snuggled up to her. She mumbled a protest when his cold feet touched her legs and he grinned against her temple. He fell asleep with her head resting on his shoulder and his hand cupping her hip, content with holding his perfect woman close.
It was four hours later in the wee hours of the night that she woke him up to tell him her water had broken. He panicked and called nearly everyone he knew before waking Jasmine and driving them to the hospital. He likely broke at least ten speeding laws on the way but at least they all made it in one piece. It was at five forty-two am that Jared Jackson Davies was born with a room full of bikers and one very excited older sister to welcome him as the newest member of the Devils Arms family.
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Arriving 2019-2020
Chapter 1
Leaning against the wall alone in the middle of a party sucked. Ella Danford wondered again why she’d let her roommate Clara convince her that coming to this party was a rite of passage. She replayed the scene in her head hearing Clara’s bold clam that if Ella missed out on the experience of a raging frat party in her last year of college that she’d regret it for the rest of her life. Rolling her eyes at Clara’s over dramatization, she realized that she should have listened to her gut and stayed home. Having lived through three years of college life without coming to a single frat party she really should have ignored her roomie’s ridiculousness. Clara had promised when convincing Ella to come here tonight that she’d stay with her every moment and make sure that Ella had the time of her life.
Ha, yeah right!
It had been less than twenty minutes after entering the Sigma Phi house that Clara had let her boyfriend Todd drag her off leaving Ella alone—again. It seemed to be what Clara did best and after months of living with her she should have known better than to follow her to this dumb party. How many times had Clara flaked on plans they’d had? More than a dozen at least so by now Ella should be used to this bullshit. Somehow, she wasn’t. Feeling more than awkward watching the giggling co-eds and giant jocks that were playing some kind of drinking game on the couch near her as they screamed and shouted before pounding back shots.
It was slightly entertaining to watch them but Ella knew she should just leave. It wasn’t like Clara would even remember she’d left her by the wall without anyone to talk to. Glancing around questioning her sanity for coming here, she realized it was all because she didn’t want to stay in the rut she’d fallen into since she’d stepped foot on the campus three years ago. College was supposed to be a game changer for her. She almost snorted as that thought slithered through her head. Feeling fed up with herself, she lifted the red solo cup taking a sip. It was filled with some kind of spiked punch that a guy had handed her when she ventured into the kitchen earlier. Ella wouldn’t have taken it if she hadn’t seen him give it to three other people as he dipped it from the giant bowl in the kitchen by the keg. He’d looked young and a little awkward and Ella would bet he was a freshman rusher they’d forced to serve everyone.
Yep, alone at a raging party and
