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“You’re going to hear so many platitudes over the next few days, but I want you to hear me when I say you are a good brother, you’re an amazing son, and you’re the perfect grandson. Your dad, your grandpa, they were so proud of you, of the man you’ve become. Not just in the club but as a partner and a father. You can grieve knowing how much they loved you and know you loved them just as much.”
A tear rolls down my cheek. “Marry me,” I blurt out, then more softly, “I want you to marry me. I can grieve because I have you. I already know that when I’m not needed, you’re there for me. You’re the perfect mom to our kids, and you’re perfect for me. I don’t want to waste any more time. I want to call you my wife. In return, I’ll be the husband you need every damn day…”
She doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes!”
“Yeah?”
“Myles, I love you so much, I can’t bear the thought of losing you. All I want is to share my life with you, always and forever. I want to be at your side in the good times and the bad. Nothing could take me away from you.”
As much as my injuries will allow, I pull her closer and claim her mouth. I should’ve married her a long time ago. I can’t think of a single reason why we aren’t already wed.
A deep, feral roar comes from outside, and I break the kiss to climb out of bed and look out of the window.
“Mason’s kicking the shit out of his bike…”
“Go. Be with your brother. He needs you more right now.”
I lean over and kiss her once more before sliding off the bed and slipping my boots back on.
“Thank you for being you.”
“Anytime.”
I close the door behind me and head downstairs and out of the door. Mason’s still trying to kick the shit out of his bike as I walk over.
“Is there a reason you wanna fuck shit up?”
“Aspen’s pregnant with twins.”
I snort. It was bound to happen to one of us. And I’m glad it’s happening to him and not me. We were a constant pain in the ass growing up, I don’t think I’d have my parents’ patience.
“You’ve spoken with her then?”
He nods.
“Let’s get out of here for a while,” I suggest.
Since neither of us can ride yet, we pile into the truck, and so I don’t have to go back for a key, I hot wire it and pull out of the club. Nothing is said in the two-hour drive. I end up driving out to our unofficial cemetery. It was Grumps's pride and joy at one point before Mase and I took over. Strangely, I can still feel him all around us being out here.
“How many ghosts do you think are out here?” I ask Mase.
He snorts opening the truck bed up. We sit our asses on the edge.
“No doubt hundreds.”
“When we’re here sometimes, I think I can hear them, but it’s only the wind,” I admit.
“Grumps would say their voices carry in the wind.”
“Grumps wouldn’t be too happy to hear you’re prepared to walk away from your own blood.”
“Grumps knew who I was.”
“He did.” I nod. “I used to think he expected too much of us, but I was wrong. He knew who we could be, and he pushed us to be our strongest. He knew us best, he got us, but there isn’t a part of him that would agree with you on this, and you know it.”
“He…”
“He was far worse than us, yet he stood by Mom, though it scared him shitless to be a father.”
