Life’s good, and hopefully, it’s only going to get better.
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And it did.
It took a few months what with Thanksgiving and Christmas but we eventually had all the paperwork signed and the club was now proud owners of not only the trailer park but also the gas station, convenience store and diner on the outskirts of town.
Life was busy but the MC was thriving not only the one here but the one in the UK too.
New Year’s came and with-it Dad asking Emily to marry him. It had been cause for another celebration.
Like I said, life was good.
CHAPTER 13
New Year’s Day 2016
EMILY
The holidays were over, and we were officially in the New Year. And what a year it was turning out to be.
Just before Christmas, we’d received the paperwork from the lawyers stating that Deck and I were now owners of the trailer park. Then during that weird break between Christmas and New Year, when you felt like you should be working but that it wasn’t really worthwhile because the next party was just around the corner, we got notification that the sale of the store, diner, and gas station just out of town had closed and they were now ours.
The next few months were going to be busy. But that would all wait. Today was family day at the club. There’d been a massive party last night to bring in the New Year, and everyone was moving slowly today.
Instead of cooking, Maestro had ordered breakfast from the diner out of town. It killed two birds with one stone. We could vet the food, and none of us had to cook.
Ford, Kyle, and Robbie had gone to pick it up earlier, and we laid it out buffet style in the kitchen for everyone to help themselves as and when they wanted.
It wasn’t bad, not the best but not bad. The door swung open, and Kyle escorted Jessie, cradling a pink bundle to her chest, into the clubhouse.
Jessie had had her little girl just six weeks ago, and between her and Poppy, we were getting all the baby snuggles that we could.
“Hi, sweet girl,” I say, walking over and giving Jessie a careful hug. “How are you doing this morning?”
“Better than most of this lot,” Jessie laughed, looking around the clubhouse at the brothers and some of the Old Ladies nursing sore heads.
“You’re not wrong,” I agree with a laugh. Red and I’d offered to have the grandkids for the night so that the adults could let loose for a bit. And it looks like they took full advantage of that. Jessiehad stayed home, not wanting to leave Fern while she was still nursing. “Give Fern to me and you go and get something to eat.”
“Thank you, Grandma Em,” Jessie replies and slips Fern from the front carrier she’s wearing, handing her to me. I snuggle her right in. She’s so used to being passed around she hardly stirs.
“Let me take your coat, Butterfly,” Kyle says, slipping Jessie’s coat from her shoulders.
“Thank you, Kyle.”
“No problem. Go grab something to eat. I’ll find you soon.”
She smiles sweetly at him. They don’t see it yet, being so busy with getting their lives on an even keel. Jessie with Fern and now starting a new job in the New Year, and Kyle with college and his prospect’s duties. They don’t see it, but we do. They’ll see they're perfect for each other one of these days.
“Come on, love,” I grip Jessie’s arm and take her to the table as Kyle wanders off to hang her coat up behind the bar. “Let’s get you some food before it’s all gone.”
Once I’m happy Jessie’s settled at the table, I look around for Deck and see him talking to Maestro. Not sure what it’s about, but it looks serious.
Frowning, I wonder what’s gone wrong in the last twenty minutes since I left his side. I’m not left wondering for longbecause Maestro stands and knocks his knife against his coffee mug, calling for attention.
“If I can have your attention for a minute,” he calls out, waiting for the chatter to die down. “My dad has a question and I’d like to say that before he asks it that I fully approve. Pops,” he turns to Deck, who stands and motions me over. I walk to his side; he slips an arm around my waist. Maestro promptly pinches Fern from me. Not that I’m surprised; the men in this club have a soft spot for babies.
“What’s wrong?” I look up at Deck with concern.
