Holding Out: Hawks MC Ballarat Charter #1

Chapter Thirteen

"Momma, Mum, Ma. Mummy, wake up."

I woke up wishing my daughter had a snooze button like my alarm clock. She didn't, of course, so I had to pry open my eyes and pay attention to her.

"Yes, Maya, my wonderful, pain-in-the-beehive daughter. What is so important to wake me up on a Saturday morning?"

"I'm hungry."

Seriously? Where was that duct tape when I needed it? I sat up slowly, looked next to me, and found the bed empty. Well, there went my morning nookie.

Wait. Where in the heck did that come from?

Why was I thinking about nookie in the first place with my daughter present?

That damn Talon.

"Maya, was that all you needed, hun?" Because last I knew, we had a house full of people who could have helped her out; and also, from the sound of it, they were already awake.

"No. I've got swimming, remember?" She smiled.

I glanced at the clock and hissed, "Snap." I threw the covers back; thankfully, I was wearing my PJs, so I bounced off the bed and ordered, "Right, Maya, get dressed, get the bag from the laundry with a towel in it, and be ready. I'll throw some clothes on, and we'll get going. Okay?"

"Okay." She ran from the room, yelling, "We're late, we're late."

We weren't that late. Swimming started in ten minutes and we lived five minutes away by car from the centre. Okay, so maybe we were going to be a little late, but we had to go; my little-uncoordinated angel needed as many lessons as possible.

I dressed in black leggings, a tight long-sleeved black top under a looser fitting tee that read 'This ain't no milk store'.I slipped on a pair of combat boots and ran from my room to the kitchen where Talon and Cody already were.

"Gotta go, gotta go, people," I said, as I quickly filled a travel mug of coffee. I was about to walk out of the kitchen and yell at Maya to get her beehive out here when Talon called, "Kitten."

"Yes, honey?" I turned to face him. "Oh, sorry. Morning, Cody. I hope you've had breakfast. Hey, do you want to come with us? I'm sure Maya would love to show you how not to swim while trying to learn to swim."

Cody beamed and looked from me to Talon, so I moved my gaze to Talon also.

"Kitten, get your arse over here."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Talon, I don't have time for this. I need to go. Maya!" I yelled.

"Comin'!" she yelled back.

"Kitten." There was a tone of warning in his voice.

I sighed. "Yes, Talon?"

"Get your arse over here. Kiss me, and then you can go. I'll bring Cody with me in a moment; I gotta see to something at the compound."

"Oh, okay." I grinned, walked over to him, and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. Talon wasn't having any of that. As I went to pull away, he brought me closer and really kissed me, so thoroughly that my legs went wonky and my fandola sang "Let's Get it On." Then I remembered we had an audience.

I stepped away and glared at him. "Talon," I snapped. "None of that in front of Cody—"

"He don't mind."

"That's beside the point. I do not neck in front of our children."

His eyes went extra soft. What had I done or said to receive that response from him? I wasn't sure, but I knew I liked it.