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My spine tingles, my balls feeling heavy as my cum squirts from my tip, painting her walls as I thrust my hips two more times before pressing into her, letting her leg drop as she wraps it around my hip, keeping me connected with her. I smile as I gently kiss her.
Fuck, this girl owns me.
An hour later, I'm leaning against the doorframe, watching Kennedy pull her hair up in a ponytail with a black silk scarf. She's wearing a beautiful, knee-length, black, spaghetti strap dress and black heels. I managed to keep her mind occupied last night and this morning, but now, well, it's time to bury our daughter.
Pain shoots through me just like always when I think of her and what I missed out on.
When I first brought it up, I could tell she wanted to decline, but her guilt overrode her thoughts, and she agreed. The plan of burying her with Breaker's father, Layla’s great uncle, helped her agree.
I know she doesn't want to part from her, but we need this to move forward and heal.
I watch her eyes tear up, and I sigh, pushing myself off the doorframe to wrap my arms around her waist from behind, my lips going to the top of her head.
"I don't know if I can do this, Lucas," she whispers.
I tighten my hold on her and reply, "You can, Pixie. This is something I think we have to do, baby; if we don't, I don't think we'll be able to heal."
Her tears fall, and I squeeze her tighter as she asks, "Will the brothers hate me for not wearing your cut?"
I smile a little. "No. Will they be frustrated? Of course, but it's hard for you at the end of the day, and I won't allow them to force you. Besides, we're taking this one day at a time. We're helping each other heal and forgive. Nothing else matters."
She nods, closing her eyes as she leans against me.
She told me last week that she loves me but doesn't want the same claim as Prue. She doesn't know the cut Prue had was fake, and some of the council brothers only realized when Snake picked it up after I sliced it off her, cursing that he didn't notice it was a knock-off. I know Ken’s still reading my letters, but she hasn't reached the one where I admit that part of my scheme.
When she does, I know she'll change her mind about wearing hers. She knows it's hanging in the closet; I'm letting her decide. I still claimed someone before her, for which she needs to forgive me for.
Today, we start healing, and hopefully, we will be unbreakable.
Humming, I press my lips to her head as I remove my arms from around her waist, grabbing the chain from my trouser pocket. She frowns, but keeps her eyes closed. Her body leans back against mine, and I smile, unclasp the chain, and gently place it around her neck. I set the clasp, causing her to open her eyes.
She gasps, seeing the slim, silver necklace with the dark blue heart dangling from it, and I wrap my arms around her again, her hands going to my wrists. She furrows her brows and looks down. She sees a thick, silver bracelet on my right wrist, a dark blue heart in the middle.
I whisper, "Did you really think I'd make you bury all of our daughter when you spent months having her in that urn?"
Her head snaps up in shock, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror, and I admit, "Dad helped me find a jeweler willing to create a stone out of some of her ashes. She'll always be with us, baby, while also laying to rest with her great uncle to keep her safe."
Her tears coat her cheeks, and she sobs, turning in my arms as she places her face into the crook of my neck, standing on her tiptoes. I hold her tight, my cheek resting against the top of her head.
I hold her for a little while but my phone buzzes, and I squeeze her tight and say, "It's time to go, baby."She nods, gripping the back of my cut and allowing me to guide her through our house, and then outside to my bike. I climb on, and then help her up behind me, allowing her to not have a helmet on this one time. I wait until her arms are around my waist, her front pressed against my back, her head leaning on me. I rev my bike, and head to the front of the club. When we get there, the whole club is waiting. Snake and Dagger are sitting side by side, showing their support, and allowing me to take the front.
I give them a nod as I pass them and rev my bike, spinning out of the gate and heading to the cemetery, ready to finally say the goodbye I deserved for my daughter.
An hour later, I'm leaning against the club's bar, my eyes on my Pixie, who sits in the back with the old ladies and my sister, who has finally made amends with Quinn. Ken did well during the service. I expected her to scream and cry, but she didn't. Instead, she held strong for me. My arm was wrapped around her waist, her head on my chest, and she gently rubbed her thumb along my jaw as I cried.
I didn't think my love for her could get any stronger, but it did. I'm still hurt and trying to deal with it, but so is she.
I sigh when I feel a body come and stand beside me, knowing exactly who it is.
"You ready to fight it out yet?"Breaker asks, and I snort, sipping my beer and ignoring his question. I'm not going to fight my brother, even if he did punch me when I claimed that bitch.
"Fuck's sake, Doc, stop ignoring me,"he growls.
I smirk and say, "Why? It's fun…."making him narrow his eyes at me, and I chuckle, taking another sip of my drink.
"It's not funny, Doc. Two weeks, and you haven't spoken to me or Momma. She's hurting…."
I sigh at his words, hating that I'm hurting her. I look at him and admit, "My main focus has been on Kennedy and repairing what I broke."
