Page 79 of Drifter's Redemption

“You hate it?” he asks, sounding defeated.

“Oh my god, no. Drifter, I love it.” He smiles, wiping away my tears. “This is amazing. Thank you,” I whisper.

He grabs my hand, leading me back out into the corridor. “I’m not finished.”

He opens another door and pushes me inside. It’s a small office, with books lining the shelves. It’s homely.

“I know we only spoke about it briefly before Daisy was born, but I was serious. I want you to do something for you. The way you helped Marissa showed me that you really have a calling. There’s still work to do here, but the old rooms the club girls used will be redone. And when you’re ready, you can start working towards helping more vulnerable women, however you want to. This will be your domain, and the brothers and I will support you.”

A small sob escapes me. “I’m speechless.”

He really has gone the extra mile, taking all our advice and acting on it. “I . . . I . . .”

“Only when you’re ready. There’s no rush. You’ve given your entire life to me and this club, and I wanted you to have something for you. I want to give you everything and more.”

“Drifter,” I say, my voice shaking with emotion, “I love you.”

He pulls me into his chest, holding me close as he runs his hand over my hair. “Hell, I said I would never stop fighting for you. I want to help you blossom, not hold you back. And I was holding you back. I will love you ‘til my final breath.”

I sniffle into his kutte. “Maybe it’s time you get your bike repaired,” I say, looking up at him and seeing the sparkle in his eyes. “I did ask Gears, but he told me he will only do it when you’re ready. I had an idea.”

“And what’s that?” he asks, invested in what I have to say.

“Why don’t we have a single daisy added to the paintwork?”

His grin widens as he leans down and kisses me, taking my breath away. “I love that.”

My heart is heavy, filled with what-ifs, full of pain from the road we’ve taken. But it is also filled with love, support, and a way to finally move forward, not just with words but with actions. He is no longer the boy I met, no longer the one who broke my heart. He is more. He has made mistakes, broken promises, but he is no longer that boy. Our daughter has madehim a man, shown him what it is to truly love unconditionally, and she came at just the right moment.

Destiny has a strange way of putting us on our paths. It has been a hard one, but from the ashes of what our relationship was, I see a future of not just surviving but thriving together.

THE END