“I can feel it, asshole. I know it’s com...” I gritted my teeth.
Three hours later, the doctor walked in, checked me, and smiled, “It’s time.”
Grey grinned, “You got this, baby. Totally got this.”
I nodded.
Then, when the doctor asked if Grey wanted to take a look as the head was coming out, he nodded, then when he looked, he gasped, “Baby! Why didn’t you tell me you needed help shaving your vagina?”
I growled, “That’s our baby's hair, dumbass. What is your malfunction?”
He winced, “Shit.”
And three hours later, as I fell asleep, Grey sat in the pink chair without a shirt on as he cradled our daughter to his chest, and whispered, “Just like I promised your mother, if anyone stares at you too long. I’ll end them.”
And two years later... outside of Wal-Mart... someone did in fact stare at our daughter for too long.
A male who looked shady.
A male who followed us.
A male who stopped breathing two hours later in the cellar at the SOMC clubhouse.
That night, after I put our daughter to bed, I smiled.
Grey
1 Year Later
“Kimber?” I called out.
“Kitchen, honey,” and still after four years of her calling me honey, it never got fucking old.
“Daddy!” I heard my baby girl call out.
Smiling, I rounded the corner, and there my little bundle of life came waddling toward me.
Suri’s smile lit up my entire world.
Yeah, I knew that the moment the doctor told us we were having a little girl, that I was fucked.
I bent down and scooped her into my arms, then I pressed my lips to her temple and whispered, “Love you, Princess.”
“Wove yous too, Dada.” She said.
A heart that Kimber has almost completely mended was mended a little more by my little Suri.
Kimber
6 Years Later
I just took a sip of the watermelon milkshake I had Grey run out and get for me, when I heard Jury say, “You should get that done, Yolo.”
Wolf lifted a brow. “You want her to do that?”
Jury nodded, “Yeah. Saint and Xander have both seen it.”
“Seen what?” I asked.
