Me:
She’s driving towards the gate!
I put my phone back in my pocket and instead of getting on my bike, I jump down the steps and sprint down the dirt track road, Ashley’s crappy car lights still in view before she stops just past the clubhouse, her break lights clear as day and I know my brothers have my back, that they were already waiting.
As soon as I get behind her car where she’s stopped, she slowly climbs out to find not one, not fucking two, but the whole brotherhood standing in front of the gate, their arms crossed over their chests showing her she isn’t leaving. That she is family and our son standing front and center just so she doesn’t run them over because yes, I’m asshole enough to convince our son to get involved knowing if anyone can convince her, he can.
“What the…” she whispers as I walk up behind her, closing her door so she can’t climb back in and try to ram the fucking fence but she doesn’t look at me, instead stares at the brotherhood.
“Like I said,” I breathe, my lips near her ear causing her to shiver giving me fucking hope, “you’re not fucking leaving me.”
“You all can’t seriously believe that standing there, using my own child yet again will stop me from leaving?” she says while pointing a glare at Doc who steps forward, determination on his face.
Fuck even Tank is here and he’s never here on a Tuesday.
“Actually we can and we will. This is your home Ashley and we’ve just gotten Trigger back home, we’re not losing himagain,” Doc states firmly which in hindsight is the wrong fucking thing to say as Ashley tenses.
“See, this is what I’m talking about,” she scoffs, waving her hand over the brothers, “It’s always what the brothers want that come first, screw the people outside of the brotherhood and their feelings right?” the men flinch and I swallow hard.
Ash chuckles darkly, “Club will always be club, it will always come first.”
Doc growls and I see his eyes take on her stomach and his body tenses just like mine did seeing it before he looks at her face again and snaps, “The club nearly ruined me, Ashley, my role within it nearly destroyed my relationship. I nearly married a woman I didn’t want, hurting my love, nearly losing her. The club has always come first for us brothers. Everyone else, includingfamily membershave come second, something Brit was unfortunate to have the courtesy of feeling. Just like you have, but we’re changing that, Ashley. You are family and you are not going anywhere. We messed up, we know this, we’ve been trying to fucking prove to you how much we all love you. How much Trigger needs you and despite the fact you are standing before us fucking pregnant with that dickhead’s child who I thought you fucking dumped and didn’t tell us, we’re still staying where we are, still refusing to allow you to break your own fucking heart by leaving.”
Ashley sighs as she looks at all the brothers shaking her head then turns to look at me and asks, “Do you really think I’m carrying his baby?”
I clench my teeth together before gritting, “Who else’s can it be, huh?”
“How about yours?” she questions softly and my jaw goes slack at her sincerity, my heart pounding.
Fuck please, please tell me this baby is mine.
“I only slept with Talen once Trigger,” she admits and I can’t even snap at her using my road name because fuck that was nine months ago meaning she’s having my baby again.
“The baby is mine?” I confirm with a plea and her eyes water with unshed tears.
“What, thinking maybe I should have aborted it?” she chokes quietly so our son can’t hear. I step closer to her, not leaving her any room between us as I cup her cheek with one hand, her bump with my other, the baby instantly moving underneath my touch settling me and I rasp, “Actually, I’m kind of hoping you’re about to tell me we’re having twins so I never fucking lose you again.”
“This doesn’t change anything, Trigger,” she whispers, “I’m still leaving.”
“No, you’re not,” I retort, “There is over twenty brothers ensuring you can’t including our own child. I won’t let you leave me, pixie, even before finding out we’re having another baby. I didn’t leave for five fucking months to try and learn to live with my guilt only to lose you now.”
“You’re being selfish,” she rasps, her tears falling and I nod because I know I am.
“Where you are concerned, I’m always fucking selfish,” I admit and she pulls away from me when Cole says, “Mama?”
We both look at him to see him ringing his fingers together looking nervous, my dad standing right behind him, his hand cupping his shoulder.
“I don’t want to leave,” he whispers and Ashley’s body trembles. “I-I know Dad hurt you. And I know the club helped him hurt you but, this is home Mama, please, can we stay?”
Fuck, I’m pretty sure I just heard my wife’s heart shatter right before me.
Where I’m selfish as fuck, my wife, she isn’t, and she will put what Cole wants first, case in point as she opens the door causing me to step back a little as she says, “Get in Cole, let’s head home.”
He nods as he looks at me and I give him a small smile as he makes his way over to her car and without looking at the sorrowful looking brothers or even glancing my way, she climbs in and turns her car around and heads back up the dirt track and I sigh with relief, the tension leaving my body.
“She’s never going to forgive any of us, is she?” Shadow, Brittany’s step father confirms and I answer honestly, “No, she isn’t.”
“The baby is yours, isn’t it?” Dirty confirms and I nod.
