Rags to Leather

Chapter Six

Lennox woke up the next day disoriented when she couldn't recognize her room. The events of the night before flashed through her memory, causing her to quickly sit up and check on her kids, who were soundly asleep next to her.

Looking around the room, she noticed the walls were light gray and the furniture was black. It was bare except for the dresser against the wall on the right side of the door, the nightstand next to the bed, an empty bookshelf next to the window on the right side of the room, and the closet on the left side of the room.

Sitting back against the bed's headboard, she looked down at her sleeping boys, wondering if she had made the right decision to move them to a town they didn't know, not to mention with a man they didn't know. She knew it would take some time for them to adjust to theirs. She just hoped her decision was the right one and best for her and her boys.

Lennox looked up as she heard the door open to find a startled Tig standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, I just wanted to check in on you and the boys," he whispered, not moving any closer into the room.

"It's okay," Lennox whispered back, looking between the boys and Tig. "They're still asleep, but they'll wake up any second."

"At least Gavin will," she added as an afterthought. "Christopher takes a little coaxing to wake up in the morning."

"He's not a morning person, then, is he?" Tig said from the doorway, looking at the sleeping boys.

"Not really, but that's how most kids are," Lennox softly said as she ran her fingers through Gavin's hair.

"There's coffee in the kitchen if you want any," Tig said, breaking the silence that had set between them.

"Thank you," Lennox replied, moving off the bed and being careful not to wake her boys. But he failed when Gavin sat sleepily in bed, looking around for her. He spotted Tig in the doorway before he spotted her, reaching for her once he did. He was looking back at Tig once he was in his mother's arms.

Lennox watched her son and father stare at each other as she started to close the distance between them. "This is Gavin... Gavin Alexander," Lennox slowly said, watching Tig's reaction before looking at her son and pointing at Tig. "Gavin, that's mommy's daddy. He's your grandpa."

"You named him after me?" Tig questioned softly.

"I figured if I didn't know my father, my son could at least hold a little piece of him by sharing the same name," Lennox answered sheepishly. "And I liked the name and how it flowed."

"Why didn't you use the name for Christopher?" Tig asked, clearing his throat.

"I don't know; I guess I just chose Nolan since his first name was long already," Lennox replied honestly. But they share the same last name. That's the only piece I share and knew of you."

"I don't know what to say, but thank you," Tig answered, feeling his emotions getting the best of him. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you from the beginning."

"It doesn't matter," Lennox shook her head, knowing they couldn't change the past. "What matters is that you're here now and be there for my kids as well."

"I will be," he promised wholeheartedly. Knowing that this was a promise he could keep.

Lennox watched from the kitchen island as Tig interacted with Gavin, who had warmed up to the curly-haired biker on the walk from the room to the kitchen. Gavin sat on Tig's lap while she prepared breakfast for them.

"We can go get some more groceries after breakfast," Tig announced, looking up at her from his grandson. "That way, you can get a quick town tour."

He watched her briefly look up, then went back to chopping ingredients before they heard a voice call out for her.