I lifted my chin, “Been like that since I was eighteen years old, brother.”
He lifted his chin, “So in other words, even though she ain’t your ol’ lady yet, she’s got our protection.”
I shrugged, “Like that she has it. But she’s got me.”
He scoffed, “You ain’t invincible, boy.”
I smirked, “For her, I will be.”
I walked out of the clubhouse then, loaded my stuff in the back of my truck, and climbed in and started the drive home.
***
Once I had all my stuff unpacked and mixed in with her stuff, I couldn’t help the contentment that spread through my entire frame.
***
Then I headed to my truck to grab my bike, and then I made the fifteen-minute drive to my side project.
I smirked.
She was going to fucking love this.
***
Hearing her key in the lock, I looked at the coffee table, the dinner that would keep, and the candle I had lit, and nodded.
Then I stood there and waited.
The moment she opened and closed the door, I said, “Welcome home, baby.”
She smiled as she looked at me, then down at the coffee table, and her mouth dropped open.
“What’s this?” she asked as she walked to the island and set her stuff down.
I could see it.
It was written all over her face.
Damn, but she was tired.
I winked, “Grabbed dinner for us.”
She smiled, “Thank you.”
“But first, come on,” I said as I walked to her, tagged her hand, and led her to the bathroom.
Then, as I opened the door, she gasped.
I looked at her face and then at what I’d accomplished.
Candles were lit on the bathroom counter.
As well as three on the corners of the tub.
I had hot water in it with some scents I knew she would like, as well as bubbles, and I had towels for her in the dryer waiting to be started so they would be warm for her.
“Alexander,” she whispered.
