Page 95 of Savior
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“Aces, baby.” His reply is soft and contemplative.
“Why do you look like you’ve got something on your mind?” I ask.
“When I told you before, that I want you to tell me when you want things… I didn’t just mean material things. I want you to be happy, baby. And if there’s anything I can do to facilitate that, I want to know about it.”
“Alright… Why do I feel like there’s something else?”
“You’re a free woman, Vanna… Has that even hit you yet?” the look in his eyes, more searching now as he stares down at me. “Are you going to be happy, long term, in the little po-dunk town we live in?”
I reach up to stroke my fingers through the top of his hair, the way he likes. The way that seems to always soothe him. “Are you going to be in the little po-dunk town with me?”
“I’ll always be with you.”
“Ditto. What are you worried about?”
“Is this what you imagined your future would be? First Lady of an MC? Working in a new age shop flipping fortune telling cards, selling dick candles and burning stinky blunts?”
I can tell he’s trying to conceal his concern with humor, and dick candles and stinky blunts does pull another little laugh from me.
But then his expression turns more serious, as he adds, “Pregnant within a year of meeting me… Is this the future you wanted?”
“I wasn’t so sure I would even have a future, for a long time, Dean.”
“All the more reason to want to experience the freedom you now have. I mean, to a point.” He takes my hand, a more sorrowful expression in his eyes now as he presses my fingers to his lips. Moments pass before he speaks again. “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
“I know that.” I try to assure him. “You make me very happy, Dean. As long as my future is with you, I’m going to be happy.”
He smiles. “Do you know what today is?” he asks, lowering my hand from his lips to press against his chest. I can feel the warmth of his hard body through the fabric of his shirt, the beat of his strong heart. With a teary smile and a strangled voice, he whispers, “Twelve weeks.”
