Page 82 of Pyscho
Hudson squeals as my dad catches him, and he falls into full bits of laughter, causing Tate to giggle and I smile as Mama wraps her arm around Dad while paying attention to her grandson as Dad looks at Mama like she hangs the moon.
I guess time apart did them well because now they’re closer than ever. She has her old lady cut back on, she’s living with him in our old home and she’s wearing her wedding ring again.
Laughter and chatter fill the room, and I lean back in my chair, enjoying it and taking every little bit in, something I learned was precious.
I never did regain all of my memories. Brothers will bring up shit and I wouldn’t recall it and sometimes it pisses me off but there is nothing I can do about it, besides, the doctor said they may return or they may not so there is no need to dwell on it.
My body is content because I’ve gotten the most important ones back.
“Your son is a handful,” Ivy huffs as she sits beside me and lays her head on my shoulder, and I smile as I place my hand between her jean-clad luscious thighs.
“Mama said he’s exactly like how I was, so we’re in for a treat, cupcake,” I mutter before I kiss her head, inhaling her scent, which settles me as always.
I need her near me always. It doesn’t matter if she’s in the middle of fixing a car or if I’m tatting someone; I need her. Just the sound of her voice helps me relax and I know it can’t be healthy, but I just don’t give a shit, not anymore.
She’s my best friend, my heart.
“When do Blade and Luna return?” Ivy asks, and I mutter, “Next week. Apparently, the twins love the seaside.”
Ivy hums, and I smile.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been in charge of keeping the club together while he spends time with his family and I have to tell you, it is a fucking pain.
Nagging old ladies, moaning clubwhores, prospects who are lazy, club runs that have to be organized…
Several times while I’ve been face deep in Ivy’s pussy one of the fuckers call me and interrupt my heaven and several times I’ve nearly killed someone.
I can’t wait for Blade to get home.
“When he returns, do you think you, Huddy, and I can go to Rome for a week?” Ivy asks and I look down at her to see her eyes are already on me, our sons' laughter surrounding us.
“Whatever you want, cupcake,” I answer, and she smiles, her eyes tearing, which makes me frown in confusion.
Her emotions have been all over the place lately and I thought it was because of what happened with her mama and shit but now, I’m not so sure.
“What’s going on, Ives?” I ask with concern.
“I’m pregnant,” she admits, and my mouth parts, but shock soon hits when she admits, “I stopped the pill three months ago.”
I raise a brow and ask, “You trapped me?”
She winces but admits, “Basically yeah even though we are married and have a son, I just, the doctor at my last visit said it could take up to a year to fall pregnant, especially after the trauma I went through with Huddy and I was going to tell you but then the stick came back positive.”
Her eyes race between mine with worry, and I grin widely and admit, “I swapped your birth control pills with multivitamins five months ago…”
Guess great minds think alike.
Her eyes widen before she chuckles, and I chuckle along with her, then press my lips against hers in a hard, bruising kiss before I feel little hands grabbing my jeans, and I break away before locking eyes with light brown ones like my own.
“Daddy,” he murmurs, tiredness lacing his voice, and I pick him up, placing him on my chest as I wrap my arm around my woman.
“I love you, Ivy,” I state, looking at her, and she looks at me, grinning.
“Not as much as I love you,” she replies and I chuckle, pecking her lips again before my eyes go to her stomach and I know I’m going to wrap her in bubble wrap and I can’t seem to give two shits about it.
Ivy, Hudson, and our baby are my everything, along with the club and the two more kids my girl will give me.
I’ll never take her for granted, never allow miscommunication to tear us apart because Ivy and I were always meant to be, and she’ll always be mine, forever and always.