“Where’s the rest?” I ask, pointing to the bread.
“That’s all there was,” Nick grumbles.
Ian and Will give each other a surprised look. I feel like I’m missing something.
“Aaaand you gave it to me?” I ask, blinking.
Nick shrugs. “You said you didn’t eat all day. You need it more.”
Fuck. Nope. No, Nova. It's only food. Nothing to cry over. He’s still a big, brooding asshole.
But he’s my asshole. Damn it!
“Thanks,” I whisper. Nick grunts before turning to Will to talk business.
Smiling down at my plate, I twirl the spaghetti around my fork, trying not to read into it too much despite the butterflies in my stomach.
He made sure I was fed over all of them. He put me first.
I’ve never had that.
I don’t want to get used to it because it seems too good to be true. But damn, if it doesn’t feel fucking amazing.
I look around the table, my Alphas chatting away, Petunia still on Nick’s shoulders.
This is my new life and it’s already far better than I ever could have dreamed. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
Chapter 11
Nova
“She’s going to love it.” My eyes light up as I see the final design for the pretty pink dress. It’s Rica’s sixth birthday this weekend and I wanted to make sure she has the best birthday any little girl could have.
Am I going all out? Yes, yes, I am. Do I feel bad spending so much of the guys’ money on this? No. It’s their little sister and I know Ian is enjoying the planning of this party just as much as I am.
Maybe a part of me is living vicariously through this, projecting my own trauma of never having a birthday party and doing the exact opposite when it comes to how I’m planning this party.
Growing up, we didn’t have much money, maybe enough for one gift and a cake, possibly ordering some pizza. It was good enough for me, and I was grateful for what I got. Then I asked Rica if she ever had a party before, she shook her head no.
Julia, the bitch, just glared at me and told me there was no point in having a kids’ party in a place full of adults.
Well, we’re going to be changing that. She deserves it.
When we first met Rica, we thought she was around six, turns out she is only five, almost six. So, our guesses we’re close. Once I found out when her birthday was, I knew I had to make it the best one yet.
It’s been a little over a month since we got to St. Mary’s and every waking moment has been busy. When we’re not home sleeping, we’re at the compound working.
I’ve gotten all the kids new toys, clothes and anything else they could need. Ian and I even helped fix up their rooms, giving each of them a mini makeover.
The clubhouse repairs were done first, as well as removing the trash around the place. Now we’re working on fixing up the member’s homes and after that, building more.
It’s no longer the junkyard it once was and it’s looking like a real MC compound. At least according to what the photos on google showed me.
Nick has taken his role as president seriously, and so has Will. I’m proud of them, seeing them take charge and the changes they’re making, but I feel like I’ve hardly had any time with them.
Nick doesn’t even fight back anymore when I get snarky, looking too tired to care. Like, what the fuck? Where's the fun in that? I’m close to demanding they ask Kane for more help.
Rafe was patched in as an official member, as were the other prospects who were deemed worthy enough to stay part of the club.
