The Gang Leader Wants Me... Ten Years Later

Chapter 11

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SarahPOV
"Let's go let's go let's go!" Marcy rushed, excited to go see Mike. My kids are with their Dad for the first weekend so we decided to take a road trip. Ollie is even coming with us. Going to see his 'Uncle Mike'. I smiled as I hopped in the driver's seat. Andre in the passenger and Marcy in the back playing with Ollie. "So how long of a drive?" Andre just about bounced in his seat. "About an hour." He let out an impatient sigh. "Try to contain yourelf honey." Marcy laughed. He made a quiet noise and decided to rest his eyes. Not for long though.

"Dad?" Ollie said from the back. I looked in the back to see him looking at Andre and swinging his feet. "Yes?" Andre answered, looking over his shoulder with a small smile on his face. He's such a good Dad. When Ollie was born, from then on Andre was his father... Even if something happened between Marcy and Andre. He would still be his daddy. "Where are we going?" Ollie asked with innocent eyes.

"To see your Uncle Mike." He grinned back at Ollie. "Is that true Aunt Sarah? Is he your husband???" He made a face and we all laughed. "Well not yet little man." Andre wiggled his eyebrows at me. I punched him in the arm. Marcy giggled.

About an hour and a half later we arrived at Mike's. He was already outside and looked up from the same car he had been working on. This is a big surprise for him. He smiled at me and his eyes caught Andre getting out of the car. He dropped his tool and stood up straight up and they walked to each other, immediately engulfing each other in a hug.

Marcy and I got out as well and she carried Ollie on her hip. Mike and Andre let go a few long.moments later and Marcy gave him a hug, being cautious not to squish Ollie. "And who's this?" Mike grinned, looking between Marcy and Andre. "This is Ollie. Your nephew." Andre put a and on Mike's shoulder. "Hi." Ollie smiled at Mike. Mike's eyes.clouded with love for the little boy. "Hi there." Mike grinned.

I watched the scene with a smile, happy they were happy. Mike's eyes met mine and he grinned. "You know just because I see you a lot doesn't mean I don't want a hug." He said as we all made our way into his apartment. I stood on my tippy toes and wrapped my arms around his neck gently and he squeezed delicately after wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I missed you." He chuckled. "I missed you too." I sighed happily. "Lovers." We heard a whisper and saw Marcy and Andre peeking around the wall at us. We laughed. "You haven't changed much huh big guy?" Mike and Andre laughed, walking away. Marcy wiggled her eyebrows and I stuck my tongue out at her. She laughed and we went to the living room.

*3 Hours later*

My stomach hurt from laughing. My butt felt numb from sitting so long. My legs tingled every now and then when Mike put his hand on one of them. "Oh my gosh. That was funny." Andre laughed, wiping tears from his eyes from the laughter. "Andre." Marcy cut in. "Yes?" He smiled at her. "I hate to say it but we should get going." She gave an apologetic smile and rocked a sleeping Ollie in her arms. It was around 8 now. "Okay." He smiled and we all stood.

Mike hugged Andre and Marcy goodbye and was about to hug me until Marcy cut in. "No no no. No need for goodbyes you two. Mike can drive you home Sunday afternoon?" Marcy have a questioning but pointed look. He nodded without hesitation. Me on the other hand. My knees were about to shake. "I don't have any-" I was cut off. "Here you go." Marcy handed me her purse. I looked in and saw clothes in it. Sneaky...

"Just give it back when you get home after the weekend." She smiled at us as her and Andre left. I rubbed my arm and Mike smiled at me. "Cold?" He raised a brow as he stepped toward me. "No." I kept my voice from shaking. "I know you aren't. You do that when you're nervous." He grinned and my back touched the wall.

"Do I make you nervous?" He whispered in my ear as he rested his palms against the wall behind me. "Not anymore." I whispered back with a smirk. He skimmed his nose in my neck and on my throat as I tipped my head back. "I could use a kiss..?" He asked and I shrugged. He sighed. "Why?" He askes, curious. "I want to but... I don't want to bring a man into the kid's lives again yet. They're not ready." I said and he kept eye contact with me. "And you?" He questioned. "I am but... I just can't do it to my kids." I said and looked down a little.

He tilted my chin up. "Just because we're together... That doesn't mean I have to be in their lives. Not until you think it's the right time." He said as the side of his nose touched mine. I rubbed my nose on his and sighed happily. I raised my hands to his face And pulled his lips to mine gently. Our lips moved in sync and I stood on my toes. I bucked my hips a little by accident and he pinned them to the wall behind me. We pulled away and I smiled at him. I nodded. He grinned, knowing exactly what I meant.

*Later that night* 11:30 P.M

I licked my spoon to get all the ice cream off and set the tub on the table. I stretched and gently laid my legs across Mike's lap. I smiled at him and he rubbed my shin. 'Sleepy Hollow' played in low volume on the TV and I sat up to kiss his cheek. "I'm tired." I yawned. He chuckled and moved my legs, getting up. He came back shortly after with a heavy-ish blanket. "I figured you would wanna sleep alone." He smiled and I nodded my thanks. I looked down and realised I didn't have any pjs. "I don't have pjs." I sighed as I looked through Marcy's purse.

He smiled and took off his shirt, handing it to me. "There you are." He laughed as I eagerly took it and went to the bathroom. I changed into it and it went to mid thigh. I set my dirty clothes right next to the purse and turned to Mike. He looked me over and I blushed. He came to me and gave me a hug. He pulled back a bit and gave me a soft kiss for a few long moments. "Goodnight." I said and he smiled. "Goodnight." He kissed my forehead and walked to his room. I slid in under the covers and turned off the lamp.