“The furniture was originally for Hope, but all of the bedding is new. And the toys too. Some of them were from the chest.”
I scan the room again, finally recognising some of the things people gifted Bobbi at the funeral.
The books, a cute pink teddy, and a yellow rattle I remember were from Rhys and her guys. Jared and Dee too.
On the bookshelf next to the teddy are tiny pink ballet shoes, and perched behind them is the small white ukulele Lexi and Ayden gifted.
The trinkets and beaded jewellery the Doxies gifted are sitting on top of the chest of drawers, and on a hook next to the wardrobe, the Cinderella dress-up costume hangs.
There’s a small basket of toys off to the side, and I know a lot of that came from the Southern Sadists, the game of Twister JD gifted, sitting on top, and on the floor next to the basket, is the little pink motorcycle helmet Jols wanted Bobbi to have.
On the back of the door, I spot black leather hanging on a hook, and I frown, gesturing my head that way.
“Is that…?” I trail off, and Ringo nods, moving to it and taking it off the hook, holding it up for me to see.
It’s the black leather jacket Nate gifted Bobbi with the Southern Sadists logo on it, and the patch saying,‘Little Princess Bobbi’on the front.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want it. I can burn it if you like?”
I shake my head, my burning eyes flicking back to Ringo. “I know it was Nate that gave that to her, but I kinda feel like it really comes from the club. I’d like her to have it.”
With a warm, sympathetic smile, Ringo nods before hanging it back on the hook.
My eyes move over everything again… there’s so much here to take in, and one shelf on the bookshelf catches my eye.
The framed photo of us on our wedding day is angled in this direction, and the memory of that day we shared comes rushing back.
In the photo, I’m on Ringo’s lap, and we’re both laughing, looking at each other, my hand resting against the ivory satin stretched over the swell of my stomach, right where Bobbi was.
This was one of the gifts Ringo had for Bobbi. He gave me an identical one that sits right next to our bed.
My gaze drifts to the CD propped up next to the frame. The One Direction CD.
I smile wide as I gesture my head towards it. “Bobbi is going to love listening to that.”
Chuckling, Ringo moves across the room to the shelf, picking up the CD and staring at it.
“Maybe I should have burned it.”
“Ringo!” I gasp, and he grins, chuckling as he places it back on the shelf.
“I still can’t believe you played that teeny bopper shit to walk down the aisle to.”
“I found it quite fitting.” I giggle, and the way his lip quirks higher at one corner has me melting.
This man.
Reaching out, he picks something else up off the shelf, and I watch as he pops open the small velvet box.
Oh… the bracelet.
“It’s a little big for her.” He smiles, angling the open box my way so I can see the mostly silver piece of jewellery with gold detailing and the tiny silver and gold butterfly charms dangling at each end.
“She’ll grow into it before we know it.” I smile, and he nods, staring at it for a moment, his thumb grazing over the inscription of her name.
On the back of it, he had ‘Love Dad xx’engraved on it. I’ll make sure she always knows just how special that bracelet is, because it’s more than a piece of jewellery.
It’s a declaration. One that melts my heart all over again.
