It does like a bitch, but I won’t tell him that.
“No baby, I’m okay,” I lie, and he nods before gently putting his head right near my wound, closing his eyes.
Two days, and both kids haven’t left my side, and to be honest, neither has Alex. It’s been, well, the whole two days have been a blur really.
Freya survived the surgery, the bullet just missing her heart, and Satan, according to the policeman who came to see me yesterday, has been placed in a psychiatric center.
She’s adamant Lyra is her son reincarnated, that I’ll kill her like I apparently killed Adam. It is safe to say, I am definitely not okay, especially when the news yesterday was that Mrs. Jones had apparently been fired and no one has seen her so my children are still in danger.
I’m not okay, and I’m trying to be, believe me, I am, especially with Dad continuously ringing after Matty had no choice but to tell him what happened. I have the need for a breather, something Alex had vehemently denied me.
He said if I even mention the word he has now banned in our home, then he’ll tie me to the bed, and if I want some time, as he called it, then I can have it in the tub as long as my leg is elevated.
It doesn’t help that I’m back on sabbatical until the next year begins because of my leg and everything that happened, so I’m not busy anymore and my mind keeps running wild.
I sigh as I run my fingers through Caleb's hair and look at the door to church. The need to ask the prospect to call Alex out is overwhelming, but I keep my mouth shut, knowing he should be out soon and I try not to tremble.
Apparently, they’re just going over the events or something, but I feel, I don’t know, lost, I guess?
The therapist Alex encouraged me to see yesterday, explained that it was normal, that I’d been through a traumatic event orseveral, if I’m being honest, and Alex is my rock, my center, so to speak which is weird considering it hasn’t even been three months.
“When is daddy coming out?” Lyra asks with a whisper, and I swallow to see her focus on the door and wide awake.
Dammit.
It isn’t just me who struggles with Alex not in the vicinity.
I look towards the door, and I don’t know what Joe sees, but he knocks twice on the lower part of the door, and not even five seconds later, the door opens, and Alex walks out, making me relax instantly.
I know I’m not alone, I know his mama is sitting right next to me, but I just needed to see him.
“Daddy…” Lyra and Caleb shout instantly before running off to him, and I smile slightly as he catches them both.
Like I said, he’s not just my rock…
The rest of the brothers file out, all looking my way to see if I’m alright, while Ace comes straight towards me with determination, like the brothers all had a plan that makes my stomach twist, and he kneels while Alex pays attention to the kids for a moment, knowing they need it.
“You doing okay?” he asks, and I swallow hard before shaking my head, and he nods in understanding.
I’m still struggling with everything, and well, I need Alex, which probably isn’t healthy, but I’ve realized that is just the way it is but I always have the need for a breather, something I don’t think I can do away from Alex so I’m just confused.
“You know you and the kids are safe now, right?” he confirms, and I swallow hard.
“Sandra is still out there,” I whisper, and he winces before looking behind him.
I realized yesterday that the reason why I don’t want to leave the clubhouse is that I’m scared. The woman was adamant Alexwas hers, and she was adamant Caleb was hers, and I stood in her way, like she had a chance when she didn’t. According to Mrs. Violet, who apologized profusely, she only started working at the school the same time Caleb enrolled.
Like I said, crazy, crazy, crazy.
Something passes between Ace, Doc, and Alex, and as soon as Alex nods, his eyes focused on me despite our kids clinging to him, Ace turns back to me, getting my attention as he grips my hand, and murmurs, “Sandra is dead, sweetheart, she won’t ever hurt you or the kids again,” and my mouth parts in shock.
“How many more people are going to die?” I choke out, Cheryl’s dead eyes flashing before me, and Ace squeezes my hand, making me look his way again.
“As many as necessary to ensure you, the kids, and all the people in the club are safe. We protect our own, and you were not safe with her still walking around,” he says, “Alex hacked into her computer, sweetheart, she was searching ways on how to dismember a body. She wasn’t going to stop until she got rid of you, believing Alex would be hers in the end. Which is pathetic considering he never touched her. Her husband believes she’s left town, leaving him divorce papers, and she was already fired from the school. Nothing will get back to Alex or the club.”
My bottom lip wobbles, and I nod before he stands and places a kiss on my head and murmurs, “Freya has been charged with kidnap and assisting with attempted murder. She won’t be seeing daylight for a long time. You are officially free.”
Some tears fall, and I nod before he calls, “Okay, where are my favorite kiddos?” before Alex kneels where Ace did as our kids jump on their uncle.
