DaltonWe've settled into a routine, one I'm familiar with, and approve of. Every morning, I wake up to my wife in bed with me, my kid in the next room. She and I share the bathroom space as we get ready for the day. Something we've never done before, and I'm trying to figure out why we haven't. Maybe because we used to be so focused on leaving the house with enough time to get where we were supposed to be.Now, the one hurrying is Walker, but only when he wants to. Someone takes him to school every morning and picks him up in the afternoon. Try as I might, I can't remember another time when we've been so settled.I'm doing my best not to think the other shoe will drop, but at the same time, I'm aware things can't always be perfect. Which is why I'm not surprised when I walk into the common area of the clubhouse to see Drew and Caelin sitting together. "What happened?""Someone broke into Wet Wanda's last night and stole the cash deposit to be made this morning."Now th
Mandy"Don't scare the teacher."He chuckles darkly in his throat. "I'm not going to scare the teacher.""Dalton," I plead. "There's enough reasons for this teacher to think horribly of us. I don't want to give her any more.""Screw her, she doesn't know what we've been through."I blow a breath through my nose, and it comes out as a modified snort. "I'm pretty sure she probably does know what we've been through and she's more than likely saying screw us. Especially since she's had to deal with our son.""He's perfect." Dalton flashes me a grin, a toothpick lazily going from side to side in his mouth.This time I do snort. "Yeah, okay.""Just like you." He puts his arm around my neck, pulling me into him, before he takes the toothpick out of his mouth and nuzzles me on the forehead. This right here melts my heart. The stuff I missed when I was too damaged to realize there was good in our relationship and lives. I'm still pissed at myself for not seeing it, but now I
Mandy"I'm gonna run to Harper's and get some breakfast. Does anyone want anything?" I ask Tatum and Charity as we start to get ready for our day.It's slightly weird having Tatum in the office still, especially since she's not in the office every day. On the other side, I love getting to know my little sister again."Coffee," the voices say."Shot of espresso," Charity yells from her office. "A shot of espresso and coffee."In all honesty I don't think she should even be back at work yet. Will is only a few months old, but she has cases that won't wait, even for maternity leave. "Baby not sleep last night?" I say as I peak my head in."I don't want to complain," she yawns. "Especially to you.""Stop." I give her a look and a grin. "You're allowed to. You're a new mom with a full-time job. It doesn't bother me to hear you complain. Hell, if I were in your position, I'd be complaining too.""It was so much easier when I was younger," she sighs. "Even with two of them.
Dalton"Are you comfortable back there?" I yell as we stop at a red light."Never been more comfortable in my life," she responds to me.Having my wife on my bike is something that hasn't happened in way too long, and it was something that should have been corrected ages ago. This was one of the little things we let slip, when we should've made sure it was something we prioritized.Red flashes to green and we're heading down Louisville Road, preparing to stop in at Wet Wanda's for a few minutes. I'm not working tonight, but I'm stopping in to check on a few of the new recruits.The night is cool, but I can smell summer coming, quicker than most of us are probably ready for. The older I get, the less I enjoy the humid, stifling heat. I'd much rather have just a bite in the air. Chilly enough a jacket is required. Up the road, I can see the sign for Wet Wanda's sticking out amongst the dark, blanketed sky. Neon always draws attention, and that's exactly what we need to get b
MandyI'm sore in the best of ways as I cross my legs at my desk, going through some of the briefs Charity's asked me to check up on. One in particular catches my eye. It's one we took over for another attorney we help out sometimes. The name rings a bell. Owen Fitzpatrick.I can't remember where I know it from. Pulling out my cell phone, I fire off a text to Dalton.M: Where do I know the name Owen Fitzpatrick from?D: That bitch from Wet Wanda's - that's her boyfriend.M: Interesting. We have a file on him.D: Really? Let me get back to you, babe."Hey, Charity," I yell from the front area. "Do you know where these legal briefs came from? The ones we took over?"She comes out of her office, a t-shirt on, which causes me to look twice."Fucking milk leaked. Dude I am too old for this."I laugh, laugh so hard I can't speak. Eventually she joins in, and before we're done, we both have tears streaming down our faces."That felt good." I smile at her, still giggli
Dalton"Would you turn that damn thing down?" I yell at Jagger. He's got the radio up so loud I can't hear myself think. There's a problem with the bike I'm working on. I know there's a solution, but I have to think. To think I need quiet, and thanks to that goddamn radio, there is absolutely no quiet in the garage bays today."I'm older, shouldn't I be the one saying this shit?""You probably can't hear with all the shows you've played anyway," I mumble."I might not be able to hear but I can read lips," he tosses back. There are some days I hate that all of us are so close. I'm ready to tell him where to take his lipreading when a hand clasps around my arm. It's Drew, and his face is pulled tight."We gotta go talk to Caelin. He got some more info on Laura and Owen."Took him long enough. I'm feeling particularly uncomfortable with them being around lately, and I'd like to know what we can do to get rid of their presence in town. "This have anything to do with the i
MandyThe guys told us to stay here, and that's what we're doing. In all of my years being a part of this family, I've never questioned what I've been told to do. But today, I almost didn't want Dalton to go. Not because I don't trust he'll keep himself safe, but I truly felt like a part of my heart was leaving on his bike.I've always loved Dalton, but until I learned to love myself, I never let him in deep.He's there now, and I know he'll never go away.Just like I'll never go away again.I'm pissed at myself for all the time I allowed us to waste. Me being irritated at him for not being what I needed him to be, but then never letting him know what it was I needed. The two of us, we're a damn pair."Mom?"I'm so deep in my thoughts, Walker scares me, but I'm happy to see him. "Yeah?""Dad's gonna be okay, isn't he?"It's times like this I wonder what we've done to this kid. He seems to go around in a perpetual state of worry, and it's because of us. One thing we
DaltonIt's been a hot minute since I broke in anywhere, especially a low-level drug dealer's house. Probably since I was a prospect for the club. Any other day we would have allowed the two watching this house to do it, but these are different circumstances."What's taking so long?" Jagger whisper shouts from where he's keeping watch."He's got a damn video doorbell. Took me a minute to bypass it. Technology is really fuckin' us up, man.""That it is, but we need to hurry this along. If he comes back and finds us here, I don't know that we want to deal with it."I'm not sure we wanna deal with it either, I'm getting too old to throw down, and I don't necessarily want to have to use force either. Finally I feel the lock give way. "We're in.""Are you losing your touch?""You're gonna lose your guitar hand if you don't shut the fuck up," I hiss at him. "You're on my damn nerves.""Somebody needs to get laid," Jagger teases in a sing-song voice.I turn to Drew. "I'm gon
William Walker Jr., 85 of Bowling Green, died peacefully in his sleep at his residence. The Warren County native was the son of the late William Walker Sr. and Lauren Walker. He was the husband of Denise Walker, who survives.He was the owner of Walker's Wheels.His legacy will be carried on through the members of the Heaven Hill MC, Bowling Green Chapter, and the numerous friends who became family. Liam, as he was known to everyone who cared for him, had a gift of taking people who had given up on themselves or had no direction, and showing them they were worth putting work into. Over the years many have found themselves under his tutelage. Hundreds have called him friend, and others have called him family. He took great pride in who he was, and what he did. The loss of him is a hole that won't be filled - ever.He is survived by his wife of forty-three years, Denise. Son Drew (Charity), daughters Mandy (Dalton), and Tatum (Remy), sister Sharon (Rooster), nephew Carter (Storm), numer
HarleyFifteen Years Later "Are you sure you want me to teach you, and not your dad?" I question Erick, looking up at him, because he's now taller than me. He grins, the one so much like his dad I have to do a double-take. "No matter how good he is on the back of a bike, I think everyone knows you're better." "I wouldn't say that. He can hold his own, but I've been riding longer than him." "Exactly," he runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair. "He can show me how to do all the mechanic shit, but I want you to teach me how to ride." I should reprimand him for the curse word, but he hears it so often with the group we hang around. It'd be like telling him not to breathe. "Okay," I nod. "The first thing I want you to know is you're going to be wearing a helmet until you're eighteen and can make your own decision about what you want to do." "Mom," he groans. "Don't mom me. It's what's going to happen. It's a right of passage, and you're go
Harley"He looks like us, doesn't he?" I whisper to Justice as we sit on the screened-in back porch at Grandma and Gramps' house. "He does," she coos. "Those eyes and the set of his chin are one-hundred percent Walker. His little wisp of blonde hair. Are you going to let yours go back to blonde?" She asks, lifting up a lock of my still-dark hair. "I don't know, I kinda like it. Not that I want to be different than you, but it sets us apart." "It does and I understand. You should do whatever you want. "His lips are Bishop's, though. Full and plump, always ready for a smirk or a smile. I think he's got his forehead too." Grandma walks in. "Give me that baby. He looks so much like Drew did when he was his age." I roll my eyes. "Don't give Dad any more bragging rights than he already has. He's been almost unbearable to put up with. You'd think he pushed this kid out of his vagina." "He doesn't have one," Justice points out. "Exactly."
BishopCarrying my son out for the members of Heaven Hill to meet him is one of the proudest moments of my life. There are still remnants of tears below my eyes and I can't be bothered to wipe them away. This is one of those moments I don't mind showing my emotions. The doors open and there they all are, standing and waiting. "Hey." I smile up at them over his head. "How's Harley?" Justice asks immediately. "She's good. They're sewing her up and then she'll be okay for visitors. She told me to tell you not to leave, she wants to see you." Immediately, her shoulders relax. It must've been hard for her to be out here knowing her twin was going through everything inside those doors. "I'd like you all to meet Erick Walker." There's a murmur of confusion as everyone questions his last name. Drew puts his hand on my shoulder. "Bishop came to me a little while ago and asked if he could take my last name. He and Harley plan on getting married at some p
HarleyAfter sex with Bishop, I fell into the best sleep I've had in what seems to be months. When I'm jolted awake by a pain stretching across my abdomen and a gush of wetness between my legs, I'm more surprised than anything. I gasp loudly. "Lee, you okay?" His voice is sleepy and I don't want to disturb him if I don't have to, but as another pain stretches across my abdomen and then goes down into my back, I know I need to. "I think my water broke." I gasp as the pain keeps going. "How far apart are they?" We went to the classes they offer but, truth be told, I'm blanking on everything they told us right now. So much for paying attention. "I just woke up so I haven't been able to time them, but I know if my water's broken we need to get to the hospital." "Your bag is here, isn't it?" "Yeah I have one here, at the shop, at home. Just in case." I grimace as I try to sit up, but this has been hell on my core muscles. "Give me a minute and I'll
Bishop"If you roll over one more time, you're going to roll off this bed." "I can't get comfortable," she grumbles. "My belly's too big. I can't sleep and I just wanna be able to lie on my stomach. I haven't been able to do it in months. I wish you could feel this. It's annoying," she complains, turning over so that she's cuddled up against the body pillow she's taken to sleeping with. "Do you want me to shove a pillow under my shirt? Put a watermelon around my waist?" I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but whatever it takes to put her at ease, I'll do. "That's a great idea. There's a cantaloupe in the kitchen, why don't you go grab it?" She's absolutely not kidding. The tone of her voice isn't playing around. I squeak out. "Right now?" "Why not? If I can't sleep, why should you?" She says with an evil laugh. "Alright, if I'm getting up, so are you." "Easy buddy, I'm already awake." She reaches out, without words, ask
Harley"Get out of here." I shoo Will's hand away. "We're gonna eat in less than an hour.""I've watched you, you keep eating," he complains."I am heavily pregnant," I argue with him. "It's fucking hot and my ankles are swollen, do not argue with me."Bishop grabs Will's hand. "C'mon, little man, let's go play some Call of Duty with Caelin.""Gladly." He sticks his tongue out at me."You've got to be nicer to him," Mom admonishes me.Justice interrupts. "She's got to be nicer to everybody.""You try carrying around a watermelon on the front of your body and see how you feel," I retort. "I'm fucking uncomfortable.""It gets better," Grandma says as she comes over to rub my shoulders. "I know it's hard to think it's going to, but it will. I promise.""I'm so sick of people saying it's going to get better," I grumble. "Every time I go and they make me spread my legs, I dread it. She did this thing called scraping my membranes this week. I mean, what the fuck? It hurt so bad. Like, do I
BishopI'm nervous as I watch Drew across the bays. This is something I never thought I would do and since we talked about how Liam wasn't his biological father, I've gone back and forth, wondering if this was the right decision. In the end, I know it is. He catches me looking, narrowing his eyes in a what the fuck way. Putting my hands in my jeans pockets, I walk over to him. "You mind if we talk?" Immediately, he looks worried. "Is everything okay?" "Harley's fine, but what I want to speak to you about has to do with her." "Okay, wanna go behind the shop?" "I wanna ask her to marry me." I hold up my hand. "But I have a request for you. I wanna take the Walker last name." He opens his mouth, then shuts it, before opening it again. My stomach drops and my heart pounds. The silence stretches on between us and I'm worried about what I've just requested. "I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything." He reaches out, holding on tightly t
Harley"Eight more weeks and it's looking like he might come early. You're carrying low. He's a good weight, though, so as long as we can keep him in four to six more, you're good," Doctor Simmons says as she checks me. "Have you been having any pain or anything?" "No." I shake my head then think better about it. "Actually, yeah I did. Bishop and I were..." I stop, not sure how to proceed without being crass. "Being intimate and I felt some pressure." "Was there bleeding afterward?" "No, it just got uncomfortable very quick. To the point where I had to ask Bishop to stop. I've never done that before, not since we had sex for the first time." My face flames as I tell this woman more than I ever expected to. "It's okay," she explains. "You're going to be feeling more pressure the closer you get to him coming. Like I said, you're already carrying low. The lower he gets, the worse it's going to be for you. Your hips are widening and preparing for you to give birth,