Rumour Has It ( Savage MC Book One)

chapter twelve -for every one step forward, I seem to go three steps back

Present day
Fiachra took off out of my bedroom, his little feet taking him into the main room in the compound. I followed him unsure of how he was going to react upon the news he had just gotten.
"It's you!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as I entered the room. Sitting at the bar in the corner was Pin, Buck, Switch and Cut. They all swivelled on their chairs to see what was happening. Fiachra stood looking directly up at Cut as if he was his hero . "You're my Dad, I knew I'd eventually meet you" the excitement and relief that spilled into his words could be heard by everyone in the room. Cuts eyes shot to me before they returned to Fiachra and he slowly stood to his full height.
"Hey kid" he rumbled sticking his hand out toward Fiachra for a handshake,"names Cut" he finished.
I watched Fiachra take a big step away from him before he turned to look at me.
"But....Luke?" He asked me in confusion. I pushed off the door frame and started toward my boy. Cut bet him to an explanation before I could.
"My name is Luke Stoker Kid, but everyone calls me Cut" he reassured him. A smile broke out on Fiachras face.
"Want to see my toy cars?" Fiachra asked before reaching forward and taking Cuts hand and leading him down the hall all the while chatting away.
"Mommy gets me a car every single year on my birthday, which is the 12th of February by the way. I have cars, trucks,motorcycles..." he voice faded out as he went further down the hall. Silence engulfed the room until Pin spoke.
"You did good." He said and I turned to look at him. "Don't know what way you broke it to him but you did it right clearly" he nodded his head at me.
"He's been hearing about his father his whole life. I don't lie to my boy and he's asked a lot of questions" I replied before walking towards the kitchen. I needed to cook something.

Millie's room
Cuts p.o.v
He was beautiful. I didn't think I could look at a seven year old and think they were beautiful but looking at the boy in front of me as he talked about his toys, I could say with certainty that he was beautiful. He was also mine. He has my eyes and my smile while he has his mother's skin tone and hair.
I'd lived a long hard life, one that had disappointment at every corner and reminds a person daily that nothing will ever work out the way one wanted it to. This boy though, Fiachra, he was mine and I would do everything in my power to make this work with him.
"..and this one Mommy got for me when I went to visit her in hospital when I was six. I lived wih auntie Aine for a while then, she was fun, even if she couldn't cook" His words caught my attention.
"You're Mom was in hospital kid?" I asked lightly.
He sigh deeply,"Yeah she wasn't feeling too good. I had to stay away for a while so that I didn't catch her cold. She caught it from Jonathan so that's why we haven't seen him, because Mommy said we needed to stay away to let him get better so we don't get sick too." Such innocently spoken words held so much underlining meaning. What worried me was the fact that Millie had been in hospital and for some reason it had to do with Jonathan.
"Is it finished now?" He asked me keeping his eyes on the toys in front of him.
"Jonathans cold?" I asked. He looked up at me in confusion.
"No your trips." He explained.
"My...trips?" I questioned. He nodded vigorously.
"Yeah Mommy explained them to me. Thats why I haven't gotten to see you. She told me about all the times you took her out on your motorcycle and go right around the country. She said the one you've been on was hugely important and that it needed all of your attention. And it was okay though because I knew once it was done I'd get your attention for a while. So... are they finished?" Jesus christ, I thought looking down at the child in front of me, Millie had told him about me.
"Yeah they're finished now. If I do go on any, Kid, they'll be short ones and I'll be back to you as soon as I can." I promised. He nodded and smiled his mother's smile at me. "What trips has she told you about?" Curiosity got the better of me. The instant excitement lit his face.
"My favourite, and mommy's because she always tells it, is the first time you brought her on your bike. She always says she loved the beach you went to, she said she'd bring me there one day.  She always gets happy talking about it" he smiled up at me, not having an inkling of a understanding in what he had just given me.

Kitchen
MILLIE'S P. O.V.
I was cutting vegetables for dinner while looking through the newspaper at apartments. There was one that wasn't that cheap but would work brilliantly as it was close to the compound, Fiachras school I was enrolling him in on Monday and the bar I was working in.
"Moving out?" Cuts voice rang through the room from behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to see him looking down at the paper. I nodded my head and pointed at the one I chose.
"It's close to here and everything I'll need so it'll work"
"I want to come see it with you. Make sure it's safe for Fiachra" he wasn't asking me, he was telling me and while I didn't like that I figured I could value his opinion on the place so I simply nodded my head. Silence engulfed us for a few moments before he spoke up again.
"Why were you in hospital last year Millie?" He voice came from right behind me. I froze wondering how he could have possibly known and then I remembered I have a son who is extremely protective of his mother.
"I was unwell" I shrugged my shoulders. Shoulders two hands suddenly set down on and spun me around. His face leaned right into mine.
"Why were you in hospital?" His voice was scary low.
"I told you I was unwell" I tried to hold firm.
"Why were you in hospital?" His voice was getting louder as his patience began to wane.
"I was-"
"Why were you in the hospital?" His voice rose to a shout.
"I was sick!" I yelled back. We were nose to nose now.
"What did he do to you?" His voice was without a doubt heard across the compound.
Silence surrounded us as his words hung heavy in the air,each of us heaving in breath after breath.
"Cut, baby, what's going on?" A female voice called through the room and I turned to see a barbie doll blond standing in the doorway. Behind her I could see club members watching on as Cut stepped away from me and toward her.
"Jess" that's all he said in reply.
"Who's she?" Attitude leaked into her voice as her gazed flicked over me. A sinking feeling took over my stomach before I shook it off and stepped forward with a fake smile on my face.
"Hi I'm Millie, an old friend of the club. And you're? " I asked lightly, almost scared of the answer.
"I'm Jessica, Cuts woman."