I can fucking wait to get back to my Baby because I need to relax, to think of what motherfucker Van will do on the Earth realm.
Not on my watch.
Nine
Wynter
A couple of months later.
I’m sad, and I can’t help thinking of Mom, especially now. I grab my guitar from the floor, tossing my hair over my shoulder. I warm up, thousands of images of my Mom flash through my mind.
I love to play the guitar because it relaxes me, but lately, I’ve been busy with Blood, so I try to play when he’s on the run.
I play my guitar, closing my eyes, her face takes up residence in my mind. Yeah, when Mom was mom, she used to sing this song to Autumn and me.
I continue to sing, but the song is bittersweet.
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
I love this song, ‘I will’ from the Beatles. The song is beautiful, yet it makes me sad because why did she leave us if she loved us so?
I try not to play it, but I need to, it’s part of me, and now that I’m going to be a Mom, I can’t get it out of my mind. So, I have some many emotions flowing through, that’s damn scary.
I’m pregnant.
I’m excited.
I can wait.
I need her.
I miss her.
I know that I’m good, I have Blood, and he’s so damn excited, and that makes me so damn happy. A few minutes later, I feel so damn thirsty that I stop playing to get some water. I place my guitar on the bed, adjusting my leggings, top, and walk out of my room, closing the door.
I walk down the hall, across the clubhouse, well, more of a waddle; my back is starting to hurt.
I’m so damn thirsty; I need to get a huge glass of water with lots of ice.
I ignore the fucking horney bitches; stupid club whores are on my last nerve. They’re on my fucking shit list, I want to fuck up their faces, but Blood holds me back.
Blood and my brothers know that I’m fucking hormonal bitch. I feel so bad, but if I’m not being a bitch, I’m fucking crying over the most stupid fucking things.
I walk into the kitchen, looking around to look for Poison, but she’s not here. She’s supposed to pop soon; yeah, we’re all excited about the baby. Candy has been hanging around the MC a lot; I wonder if the biker boy I’m thinking of is her man. We will find out soon.
I walk over to grab a glass from the cabinet; then, I walk over to get some water from the refrigerator. I take a long pull; then, I waddle out of the kitchen to my room.
Blood should be back from the run soon; I hope we can spend some time together because tomorrow is going to be busy. War decided to have a BBQ for the bros because it’s been a while since the bros had a party.
I walk into my room, closing my door, waddling over to the dresser placing my glass on the dresser. I gather my hair up in a messy bun walking to the closet to see what outfit I have that will fit, look nice but makes me feel sexy because nothing does.
I purse my lips, furrowing my forehead; I stare at the clothes. Finally, I rub my stomach, pulling out the black dress that I purchased recently. It fits, it makes me feel good, and I’ll wear my booties.
Yes, I have something that I can wear with some silver jewelry.
The door opens; I turn to look at my man Blood walking into the room, closing the door. He leans against the door looking at me, lowering one eyelid, his lips turn up, flashing his even white teeth.
