You are more than enough. – Chance
Sitting in the small living room like area, clutching the pink pillow to her chest with one hand and barely holding a cup of hot tea with the other, Rye swallowed hard looking at the other woman. What she said could not be accurate. All those times that she failed. That they had to leave because of her. No, she thought, this woman didn’t understand.“You think I’m wrong?” Carly asked and Rye nodded her head. “Why?”“Before my dad left the last time, he made us promise to take of each other.” She whispered hoarsely. “I failed.”Carly sat her cup on the table as she stood up and moved in front of Rye. She gently pried the cup from the other woman’s hands and sat it on the table as she knelt. Clasping the smooth hands in her calloused ones she spoke softly.“How old were you when you made this promise?”“Twelve.” She mumbled.Carly nodded, waiting for Rye to focus on her. It took a moment, but her lavender colored eyesOf all the assholes in this world, this one got blessed with an angel. I’m the luckiest asshole there is. – ChanceChance grumbled as he made his way to the front door. He found his mother and sister, Evie and Karan. “What time is it?” he asked as the four women entered. “Eight.” His mother said and his sister added “Ish.”“Define nine. Ish.”“Seven thirty.” Karan laughed. “I need coffee.” Chance said making his way past the women and to the kitchen. “Where’s Rye?” Karan asked as they all followed him into the kitchen. “Asleep.” He answered starting the coffee pot and effortlessly making a bottle. Down the hall Michael began to cry. “You’re late, buddy.”“He’s late?” Evie asked as they heard baby giggles. “And I’m leaking.”Chance handed her a box of breast pads from the cabinet with bottles and formula. “Don’t ask. We keep getting them in the mail.”“You’re on the newborn mailing list.” Evie said as she pulled damp breast pads out of
Bring her for church. The other old ladies will be here also. – TriggMonday before the wedding, Chance drove the hatchback over to Pop’s Place for church. Rye rode in the passenger seat, nervous. He had explained that Pop’s was smaller than the Shack, there would not be near as many people there. But she knew that a lot of the women that had been his lovers would be there. Karan had admitted that she had been with him before she and Cookie became serious. Somehow it was different with her. Probably because she liked Karan before she and Chance got involved. Even before she would talk to him.Mia would be there. Although they started off rocky, it was getting better. Alana said that she would be there. For moral support, and possibly wine.Chance pulled into the lot and parked over by the Nomad that his sister drove. As he got out, some of the guys that were standing outside called out to him as he had expected. “Did she already take your man card?”“Nice r
I don’t know if it’s a good idea, mom. Just try to keep it mild. – ChanceChance could hear the laughter before they reached the common room. He looked around and spotted Rye. She was in the jeans and shirt that his mom had bought her. The jeans and pink Harley Davidson shirt were new and expensive. Two things that Rye hated.Werewolf propped himself against the wall next to his youngest brother. “I’m hoping we missed mom’s turn. I don’t need to know the first place that she had sex was.”“Ain’t that the truth.” Chance said just as quietly. "I already know too uch about her sex life." He grumblede and his older brother laughed.“Come on, Rye.” Sid encouraged. “I would ask Karan where her first time was, but I don’t think she could remember that many people ago.”Karan flipped her off while smiling. “I remember exactly where I was when I first had sex. It was the same place both times.”“I can’t.” Rye said quietly. “Can’t remember?” Siobhan asked. “I
I love you, Chance, but me and Cookie are going to Vegas after your wedding. – KaranRye had met with Trigg several times so he would know how to do the wedding. His officiant style was anything but normal. Saturday afternoon, she stood in the little room off to the side where Karan and Alana had left her waiting for the knock. Being an orphan, she had no one to walk her down the aisle. Chance had simply grinned and said it was covered. Something was up with him. Rye had been kept to a small area of the Shack and mainly in this little room. This was very unusual. When the knock finally came, she opened the door to see a man in a Marines uniform that she did not immediately recognize. He smiled at her and offered her a bouquet of teal, pink and white carnations. Something in his smile seemed familiar.“You look so much like your father.” The man said with a voice thick with emotion. “You probably don’t remember me. I’m Colonel Charles Pierce. I served with your
Just say what you feel. You’re saying it to me. Fuck everyone else. – ChanceRye looked at Chance as they stood before his president wearing dark jeans, a light teal oxford shirt and his cut. He had even bought a new pair of lace up motorcycle boots. Chance had replaced the standard black laces with custom bright teal ones. Admittedly, he liked the way it looked. What he liked even more was the way that her face lit up when she saw him changing the laces.With Rye, it was the little things that meant the most. The small gestures that told her she was important to him. He knew it had been a long time since she believed that she was important. It was his mission to make sure that she knew that she was very important to him.Chance couldn’t wait to see what she would do when Gremlin tattooed her name on his ring finger later. He knew she wasn’t ready for a tattoo of her own just yet. Someday, she would be ready, and he couldn’t wait to see a property tattoo on her back.
What happens between us, is no one else’s business. Fuck them. – ChanceThe simple white cake with pink and teal decorations was cut. The bride and groom fed each other bites. When Chance leaned in to nibble icing off her lips, there were a few catcalls. Rye blushed and Chance whispered encouraging words in her ear. The whole time, Priscilla was snapping pictures with her digital camera.The groom’s cake was cut, and Chance fed a piece to Trigg. The older biker was happy to be getting cake. “That’s it? Just one bite?” Trigg grumbled with a giant smile.“I didn’t marry you.” Chance laughed. “Get your own damned cake.”Although he continued to grumble and complain about the lack of cake, he was obviously happy for the couple. Part of the patio had been cleared off and Anthony led Rye out to the makeshift dance floor. It had been difficult to pick a song. No one wanted to play a song that was obviously for a father daughter dance. But they didn’t want to pick just
Mr. Chance, I thought you were going to wait for me so we could get married. – ElizabethWednesday Chance went back to work so that he could get payroll done. Karan returned the same day. Rye was off for the whole week and spent most of the time catching up with her family. That night, Tilly was teaching Rye how to make chicken cordon Bleu in the kitchen. Every chance they got, they were in the kitchen with Tilly teaching her how to cook or bake. Slowly, Rye’s confidence was building in the kitchen. The boys had said that they had gone to go help Chance with something and had left around five. The three of them were quite mysterious about it. Geo had simply grinned like a fool and promised that she’d like it. Anthony walked into the kitchen carrying a still full bottle and a very upset Michael. It was well past the time that Chance was usually home and fed the baby his evening bottle.“I don’t know what to do.” He said admitting defeat. “Chance should be
You’re about to get kicked out of here. Stop this bullshit. – SidScott and Tony went home on Thursday as they both had to go back to work. Tilly and Anthony flew out the next Saturday. Geo stayed having decided to transfer to the local university. And to prospect under Trigg. He didn’t mention that part to his parents until they called to say that they had arrived home. Monday night the two men rode their bikes to the clubhouse and Rye took Michael in her car. Sid and the other old ladies loved seeing the baby. Rye was opening up more and more, no longer feeling like she needed to be prepared to run.Sid was rocking a sleepy Michael and Rye went to rinse his bottle. She was putting the bottle back together when she heard someone enter the kitchen wearing heels.“What are you going to do when he gets tired of coddling you? A man like Chance needs to fuck.”“Our relationship is none of your business.” Rye said, trying to sound confident. “Sure, it