Page 3 of Sam’s Forever (Crow MC 2nd Generation)
O’SHEA FAMILY COMPOUND
REAPER
The kids have left, and Abby and I are sitting with Adam, Tilly, and Colm on their veranda having tea. Everyone else has dispersed, leaving us to it.
“Sam was really mad,” Abby says, looking troubled.
Taking her hand, I give it a squeeze, “He had every right to be, baby. We upset Ally. He did the right thing. Sometimes we forget that they’re adults.
Sam is more than capable of being President now.
He showed that when he took over with the situation with the girls last year.
But he also knows that he wants time with Ally first. He didn’t do anything I wouldn’t have done for you. ”
“I know. I’m both proud and sad,” Abby says, wiping a tear. “He’s all grown up, and I’m not quite sure what to do with that.”
“Yeah,” Tilly agrees, leaning her head against Adam’s shoulder. “It seems she was a baby only yesterday, and now she’s grown up and will be having babies of her own.”
“Fuck, a ghrá, ” Adam mumbles, “don’t go putting that idea in her head. I’m not ready to be a granda just yet.”
“You might not be, lad, but I’m more than ready to be a great-granda,” Colm chuckles, then sobers, turning his head towards Abby, “Sam’s a good lad, Abby.
You did a fine job with him. I’m glad that our Ally is marrying someone who will put her first and isn’t afraid to go against her family to do it.
The lad’s got balls, and I’m proud that he’ll be part of our family before the end of the year.
It makes my old heart happy to see the two of them together. ”
“Thank you, Colm,” Abby says, taking his hand.
“Even Adam’s happy,” Colm assures her. “He may not show it, but he is.”
“Damnit, Da, don’t go telling people that. I need Sam to sweat a little at family meetings. Reaper gets it,” he smirks, and I have to respond because I know what he means.
“I do, although I have to say I’m glad my girls seem to have chosen within the brotherhood. At least they’ll be close and with men I trust.”
“Yeah,” Adam scowls, “Jeanie better find someone close to home.” He brightens and turns towards us, “What’s Booker like?”
Abby and I laugh. Wiping tears from my eyes, I say, “Trust me, you don’t want Booker for her. He’s a hound dog.”
“Well, fuck,” he subsides next to Tilly, who’s laughing.
“You’re all a bunch of fools,” Colm says fondly. “Do you think they’ll invite Andy?”
Adam sobers and glances at me. It’s been close on thirteen years since the O’Sheas had sent Andy to family in Ireland. Not once had he been back home in all that time.
“I don’t know, Da,” Adam says gently. “I can find out.”
“No,” Colm says, shaking his head. “Sometimes it’s best to leave sleeping dogs lie.”
Tilly’s gaze softens when she looks at Colm. Changing the subject, she turns to Abby and asks, “How’s things going with your Zambia lot?”
Abby takes up and tells Tilly about the recent goings-on with our other chapter.
Soon Colm is laughing along with them. I know Sam just had a come-to-Jesus moment with us about not interfering, but I’d be asking him to make sure Andy got an invite.
We’d have to wait and see if he’d accept, but at least we’d have done what we could.
Slipping my phone from my pocket, I type a message.
Me – I know we’ve just been told to butt out of wedding prep, but could I make one request? Make sure Andy O’Shea gets an invite.
Sam – Already done. Ally and Jeanie insisted.
Me – Thanks, son.
Sam – No worries.
Adam catches my eye, and I nod. He looks relieved. Abby and I spend the rest of the afternoon with the O’Sheas, and as the rest trickle in, I’m reminded again why I like this family so much, and I can’t help but be happy that we’ll be tied to them again.