Widow Maker
The moment he asked me to marry him my heart beat jumped, I’ve wanted this man from the first moment I saw him ‘Marry me’ those two simple words were what I wanted to hear. The months that we’ve been apart have been torture for me. Driving back with Asphalt’s life in my hands was an eye opener, I thought of my baby and the life I wanted for him or her, and that was having Scythe in the babies’ life. As we head into town, we pass the tattoo shop, and Saint and Socket were standing out the front and Scythe pulls over “What the fuck are you two doin’?” he asked them both.
“Came to get a new tat,” Saint says
“Oh yeah! Of what?”
“Just a back tat” I look at him.
“What of?” I ask, and he looks at me
“A gladiator standin’ over a body” I nod my head because it reminds me of my avenging angel on my back.
“Nice, when’s your next fight,” I ask him.
“Two weeks.”
“You’ve been up in Oregon fighting a lot lately,” I say an idea forming in my head.
“Yeah,” he says, and Scythe looks at me.
“You like it up there,” I ask him
“It’s ok! Fighting’s good money, Why?”
“Might have a proposition for you?” I say, and he looks at me curiously
“Oh yeah!” I look at Scythe.
“How about a trade,” he frowns at me
“A trade,” he says, and I nod.
“Yep, I take your place you take mine,” he doesn’t say anything for a bit but nods his head.
“You want to move down here?” I nod.
“I do, I can’t fight for a while, and you’re still fighting, what the club made on my fights they can make up with yours.”
“Why you wanna leave so much?” he asks and Scythe smiles.
“Cause she’s havin’ my baby,” he says, and they both looked surprised
“You’re pregnant,” Socket asks, and I nod my head.
“Yep”
“Damn the clubhouse is a fuckin’ nursery with all the Old Ladies getting’ knocked up,” Saint says
“Well add one more Brothers,” Scythe says smiling more.
“I’ll have to talk to the boss man, but I think I might take you up on your offer,” Saint says, and Socket looks at him.
“You’d leave your brother?”
“He doesn’t need me with mom Rowen and Tink; he has all the help he needs.”
“But still” Saint rolls his eyes.
“Brother it’s four hours away” Saint looks at me.
“Talk to Preacher if he says yes, I’ll go” I smile wanting to jump off and kiss him, but I know that would be a bad move.
“Thanks, man,” I say, and Scythe starts his bike up.
“Later Brothers,” he says as we head back to the clubhouse.
*
After a long talk with both President's Preacher agrees to take Saint and Razor agrees for me to stay.
**
It’s just after Christmas when Scythe and I finally move into our own house, it’s just down the road from Niya and Colt’s so it’s a nice farmhouse style house, mom helping me to decorate and Scythe and I getting the baby's room ready. As mom and I were sitting on the front porch, we could hear yelling and banging “What the hell?” we both get up and walk into the nursery were Scythe and Cookie were smashing the baby’s crib to smithereens.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” I yell at both of them, and they turn to us “Scythe!” I ask looking at all of the mess
“Baby,” he says, looking pissed off.
“Well?” I ask him
“The fuckin’ directions are shit I can’t understand a fuckin’ thing,” he says, shaking the instruction paper at me, I roll my eyes at him. So far, I’ve had to buy two high chairs a second carry cot and a buggy.
“Scythe!” he holds up his hands.
“No! Don’t fuckin’ say it” mom smiles, and I look at her trying to hold in my laugh.
“Scythe!”
“ARGH!... fine!” he says, walking out to grab his phone
“Sniper man,” he says as mom, and I laugh, I walk over to the man of my dreams the father to our unborn son and my fiancé and kiss him on the lips ‘I love you’ I mouth as he tells my dad he needs his help again. He hangs up his phone pulling me to him.
“I love you to Ava Moon Lancaster” I look at him.
“Who tol…...” he looks at me smiling “Fuckin’ Fly!”… I say, and he laughs his ass off making me smile…