One Year Later
Lena
Life is pleasantly, wonderfully, busy.
After Booster left the Wylde Ones, we decided that a move was in order. We’d both spent so much of our lives stagnant, stuck in the same place, that it was obvious to the both of us that what we really wanted was a hefty bit of change. We moved from Milwaukee to New Jersey—the first of several big changes.
I decided that I want to go back to school. I liked teaching high school, and I love children, but with one of my own on the way, I was growing out of the idea of watching other people’s children day in and out. I wanted to start teaching at a higher level—the college level.
Booster supported this idea wholeheartedly, and between my stellar credit and Booster’s savings helping me along, I was able to pay for college with so few loans that I might as well be going for free.
Now I have classes in the morning, and I’ve started writing in the evening. A love story like mine is something for the romance shelves, after all, and I’m already looking into publishers willing to sell my story.
Booster didn’t go back to MC life—now he’s immersed himself in the world of bikes, opening up his own body shop in the city. He has enough starting capital that it doesn’t put us into the hole, and business booms surprisingly well. Especially when he extends the business to working on full automobiles, too.
And then … then there’s our darling little daughter.
She stays with Booster while I’m at classes. I think it’s hilarious—he talked too much through my pregnancy about how he was going to have a boy to show the ropes, just like his uncle did. We didn’t find out Hannah’s gender until she was born. The look on Booster’s face was hilarious.
His surprise only lasted all of five minutes. He’s bought her so many car toys and little toy motorcycles and reads to her at night out of motorcycle magazines, that he may not have a boy, but he’s definitely living out his fantasy of having a child that takes after him. Not that I mind, too much.
It’s picture perfect …
There’s just one more thing I want.
***
It’s a late night of studying for me. Booster’s down in the garage, working on one of the bikes that had been brought in earlier that day. We have one of those buildings with the shop and office on the bottom, and all the living space in the top two floors. It makes things easy; we don’t have to commute back and forth a lot, but it does make Booster’s late night a small bane for little Hannah.
She’s fussy, and I’m working on a paper. Or at least I would, if Booster’s tools weren’t making way too much noise than they should. It makes me a little cranky, too. Booster’s been putting so much work into the shop lately, it’s been hard getting a break myself for my own things. I don’t want to begrudge him his time, but it’s hard.
I guess this is what couple life is like. I almost think married, but we aren’t that yet.
Admittedly, the stray thought sours my mood even more, and with Hannah in my arms, I make my way down the stairs, and into the shop. Booster’s hunched over, doing some kind of maintenance. I don’t know a lot about how all of this works, and I’m all right with that. Booster knows what he’s doing, but I wish he didn’t do it close to twelve at night.
“Booster,” I say. He doesn’t answer me, because he can’t hear me, nor the little whimpers that Hannah gives. “Booster!” I shout a little louder, and this time he hears me. He looks over his shoulder, grinning.
“Yes?”
“Don’t you think it’s a little late?”
“Oh, I was just finishing up.”
“You said that two hours ago.”
“Oh yeah. Well I mean it this time.”
My mouth sets in a hard line. So it’s going to be that kind of night then, is it? I roll my eyes.
“Hannah’s trying to sleep and you’re making all that noise. I’m trying to work on schoolwork, Booster. Please.”
He nods, serious, but turns back to the bike.
Seriously.
“Hey, Lena, can you hand me that box over there?”
“What?”
He gestures vaguely.
“That box, over there, it’s little and black.”
I huff. I didn’t come down here to play lackey for him. But whatever.
I hoist Hannah up on my side. Booster’s going to need to do a lot to make this up to me, that’s for damn sure. I go over to where he’s pointed, looking around …
I find a small black box, but it’s nothing like what I expect. It’s small, smaller than anything that I would have expected in the shop. My brows furrow. It looks like …
I gasp, and, not able to help myself, I open the box.
Inside, nestled in a little velvet bed, is a brilliant, beautiful, diamond ring. It’s dainty and feminine, and sparkles even in the yellow light of the workshop. My hand comes to my mouth, covering it, and I can’t believe what I’m looking at.
“See, you were all huffy and mad at me, and all I wanted to do was propose to you.”
I turn around, shocked. Booster’s standing, his hands sheepishly pushing into his pockets. He’s grinning at me, ear to ear, and I honestly have to fight back tears.
“You’ve been getting on my nerves on purpose just so you could propose?” I ask.
“Well, to be honest, I figured you’d get annoyed before now. But I suppose all the same that it’s good you at least held out. Built up all the tension.”
“You—you—” I shake my head, laughing. “Come here and kiss me, before I change my mind.”
Booster’s grin deepens, and he walks on over. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine.
“I take it that means yes,” he says, his words coming out between our lips.
“Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
THE END
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