“Did you clean the wounds?You have quite a few cuts.You need some ice too,” she mutters more to herself than to me.
“Baby, I'm fine.”I grab her hand and stop her from moving around my apartment.
“Please, let me take care of you,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes.
I nod my head.I might not be used to having someone take care of me, but I won't stop her.It’s nice knowing she cares and wants to patch me up.
This is why so many of the club members want an old lady.They like being taken care of when they get home after a bad day.They like having someone else to lean on and knowing they’re not alone in this life.
The question is… Will she be mine?Will she marry me and be my wife?I don’t want to just give her a property patch, she deserves so much more than that.I want everything with her.
I fire off a text before I can stop myself.I need to know if he’s ok with this before I make a move.
Storm: I know you approve of the property patch, but do you approve of me marrying her?
I blow out a long breath and pray he doesn’t storm my apartment and kill me before I can stop him.I know Porter likes and respects me, but a property patch is more about Dixie’s protection and less about her belonging to me.
Porter: Yeah, Storm.I’d love it if you married my daughter.You’ll finally be the son I always pretended you were anyway.
Storm: Thanks, Dad.
I smirk as I press send.I know he’ll chuckle at that, but Porter’s been more of a father to me since my dad died.He’s gone above and beyond to help me in life and I’ll never be able to thank him enough.
Porter: Let’s make sure she says yes first.Also, if you ever call me Daddy, I’ll kill you.
I chuckle as I place my phone on the nightstand.Porter knows I’d do it just to mess with him.Chopper would too.
“Ok, I think I got everything I need.I had to raid the first aid kit in my apartment for some things.”Dixie settles on the side of the bed and pats the mattress, telling me to lay down.
I take my time, knowing my body is pretty banged up and bruised.It could’ve been so much worse though.I could’ve lost her.
I tuck my hands behind my head and let Dixie blot at the cuts with some sort of antiseptic spray.It burns, but I keep my mouth shut.As soon as she’s finished, we need to discuss some things.
“Am I hurting you?”She asks softly as she applies ointment to another cut.
“Nah.I'm a tough guy.”I smirk and she rolls her eyes.
“Where else are you cut?”She pulls my arm out straight and turns it so she can check my entire arm.
“I think just on my face.”
She doesn’t listen though.She grabs my other arm and checks it before pushing my shirt up to my chest and glaring at me until I roll my eyes and take it off completely.
“Do you want me to completely strip?”
“That would be more helpful.I could check out your entire body then.”She grins, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“I want to talk to you.”I take her hand in mine and tug her closer until she’s straddling my waist and staring down at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong.Everything is perfect.”I grip her waist and let my fingers slip under the hem of her shirt.
“Then what do you want to talk about?”She tilts her head to the side, looking more than adorable.
“I want you to wear my property patch.It will keep you safe from other clubs.”
“Ok… Anything else?”She knows me well enough to know I'm hesitating.
