Rumour Has It ( Savage MC Book One)

chapter six- to love is to be vulnerable

"I need something" I stated as I stood in the kitchen with several of the old ladies and a couple of the bikers. Conversation had been flowing smoothly between them but, the minute I spoke, silence engulfed the room as everyone went on high alert.
It was the next day and so far I felt slightly comfortable here. The majority of the women were okay to talk to, not that I put in a lot of effort and the bikers mostly kept to themselves so I became a fly on the wall and toddled around unnoticed. I was in the compound kitchen surrounded by a family that has nothing to do with blood.
"What do you need?" Buck questioned cautiously from his seat on the couch in the corner where Layla sat on his lap.
"I kind of need a lift" I stuttered and fidgeted as I looked around the room. If I thought the room was on high alert, I was wrong because it was when those words left my mouth the room got very tense.
"And where would you be going?" That came from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Cut leaning against the doorframe. He had his cut on and wore worn jeans and biker boots. His eyes trailed me though. I dropped my eyes to the counter in front of me.
"I need to get my son" I said firmly. A short silence followed before Layla spoke.
"I'll bring you" she said.
"I'll come too" Switch's wife, whos name I found out was Tara, said smiling timidly at me.

An hour later we were in a pick up truck on our way to another state. Buck was driving while Bager followed behind on his harley. The sun was shining brightly and the heat could melt the skin right off you. The journey would take us four hours in the car. The woman chatted amongst each other while I contributed very little to the conversation and focused more on the landscape as we passed it. "Whats he like? Your boy?" Tara's questioned caused me to look away from the window and turn to face her. I felt a smile stretch across my face at the thought of him.
"He's sharp as a tack, smart too. He's outgoing and playful but would laze around all day long" I laughed at the many memories I have of his childhood days of disobedience with me, "he loves to help me cook and is protective like no other" I said proudly to them and they each smiled back.
"Loves his mommy eh?" Tara said softly.
"Yes...he loves his mommy" I smiled softly back. Thinking about the unfortunate circumstances I had to raise my boy in, I knew that our relationship was what it was due to that fact. You didn't love and protect someone the way my Fiachra tried to do with me unless you had seen too much early on in life. It wasn't something, as his mother, I was proud of but sometimes we can't always shield our children from the harshness of life, sometimes it seeps in regardless of our efforts.
 Taking the conversation off me I questioned the women about their children. Tara spoke of a five year old nanes Jenna who was her daddys princess and who had a gentleness around her that was delicate as silk.
Layla went on to speak about her twins Rush and Mia. Rush has an energy that was constant and unwavering. "He's his daddy's son" she had laughed as she smiled hugely over at Buck from the front seat. Her little girl was a being of attitude. Filled with smart remarks and a quick sense of humour she was one to keep you on your toes.
Listening to Layla speak passionately about her "little rascals" caused a strange feeling to spread through me. I knew it was one hundred percent irrational thinking on my part and I knew that allowing myself to consider the possibility would inevitably cause me pain. However I couldn't help but wonder what my life would have been like had I and Cut remained together. Images flashed through my head of the years gone by and how different they could have been. Tears gathered in my eyes on those thoughts and I quickly blinked them away as I turned to look out the window.
"They sound like a hand full" I laughed softly.
"They are," she agreed, " but I wouldn't have them any other way. You'll meet them soon, as will your Fiachra" I could hear the gentle smile in her voice however I didn't turn to look at her for fear of what my expression would give away in that moment.
Hour upon hour past before we reached the small bungalow house that sat on the outskirts of a small town and was shaded in by trees. The front door opened out onto a front porch that had a set of chairs positioned to the right of the door so that if you were to sit in the chair you would have a full view of the whole drkve that wound its way half a mile through the forest out to the main road, ensuring that you would know if anyone was to drive down it.
"I'll be back" I mumbled as I opened the door and hopped from the jeep. No sooner had I the door closed did the front door of the house open.
Then he was running to me. A small blur of jeans and a red tshirt came crashing into me taking me back several steps until my back hit off the side of the car. Small arms wrapped their way around my waist and clung to me with a desperation I knew was due to the time we had been apart. Dropping my hand to cup his dark head I noted that his hair was on the shaggier side than I usually had it kept. Once I touched him he seemed to come back to himself, tilting his head back and resting his chin on my abdomen he gave me his beautiful eyes and his heart stopping smiling, both his had gotten from his father and both, in the years that had passed, I had been greatful he had gotten.
"Hi Mommy". He whispered brightly at me, bringing air back into my lungs with the sound of his voice.
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Ok I am so sorry it has been sooooo long since I've touched any of my books. I don't know what I've been doing but my focus just couldn't be on this at the time. I couldn't sleep tonight so decided to finish this chapter to pass the time so I hope you like xx