Chapter twelve Zarah
Chapter twelve
Zarah
Today is Christmas Day and the clubhouse is buzzing. Not only did Ana, me, and the other Old Ladies, deliver breakfast to the hospital this morning, but we have also made a full Christmas dinner for them too.
Everything is keeping warm while we all open presents and enjoy a few hours to ourselves before Maze and I have to dress up and be merry for a few hours.
I am sitting on the couch with Maze next to me, his arm around my shoulders, and Faith is resting on my lap, dozing like today is any other day.
She is too young to notice today, or even remember it.
The club kids are causing chaos with their new gifts, wrapping paper covers nearly every surface in the room, but seeing their smiles and hearing their excited squeals is well worth the clean up later.
A finger traces my jaw and pulls so I am facing him. His eyes are full of love and desire as he licks his lips and moves closer kissing with so much feelings that I choke up. I blink back the tears and he smiles his panty-melting smile as they say before he speaks.
“I love you, Zarah Dawkins. I think deep down I always have just never saw what was directly in front of me. I used to hate seeing you out with other guys, and I know that isn’t an excuse for my sexual behaviour either, so I just want to put it out there that I am sorry that I wasted so much precious time, not claiming you back then.
Having Faith has showed me that life can end so damned quickly and I don’t want to waste anymore. Be my Old Lady. Be Mine”
Tears fall down my face and I just nod, as words escape me for the first time, in well forever. I am usually the one that as a lot to say but he has taken my brain and mushed it with lovely dovey words. Damn the dirty biker.
Moving my free hand to his face and cupping his stubbled jaw, I lean in and gently kiss his lips. That one kiss replies everything that I feel for him and I know he felt it too, because he sighs and smiles.
“I love you too, Ash Maisley. A family was all I have ever wanted, and you and the club gave that to Ana and me years ago, but I always felt something was missing. Then I saw you in a different light and it made my heart swoon.
“And you knickers wet, right?” he wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I giggle. Startling Faith. “It’s okay, Angel, mummy is being loud, but daddy said something funny.”
“Mummy?” I whisper.
“Yeah, ‘mummy.’ You are as much her parent as I am, baby. She is ours. We just need to correct your last name to match ours,” he winks at me and my heart goes ape shit in my chest.
The love for this man is nothing I have ever felt before and I know for sure that no other man will ever follow in his footsteps, not that I want them too.
He is mine and I am his. Faith is ours, and we are complete and full of love and joy.
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I am standing next to Maze who is currently dressed as Santa Clause, and making the children laugh and smile as he hands out gifts. The way he is with them makes me fall even more in love with him. I think if I didn’t love him, after today I think I would have.
Ash Maisley is an amazing man and I am so lucky that he is mine.
He is on his knees right now talking to a little girl who is in a wheelchair, as she is too weak to walk. Her smiles bring tears to my eyes, as I know that her future is uncertain.
“He is amazing with them.” Comes a voice next to me. I turn to look and see a young nurse standing smiling at Maze and the kids.
“That he is.” I smile proudly. My heart melts seeing him like this.
“Does he have kids?”
“We do, yes. A baby girl.” her eyes go wide, like a deer in the headlights. She gives me one last smile before stepping away. I shake my head laughing at her.
I step over to Maze and the kids, holding a rather large red velvet bag filled with toys and gifts for the kids.
Maze winks at me and his gaze slides down my body taking in my outfit, that I know he was disappointed when I showed him, but little doe she know that I have a special outfit for him for tonight once Faith has gone to bed.
I am in a red cotton short leg dungaree suit with gold trim and a long white sleeve top underneath. Red, green, and white stripped socks, with red ankle boots and a velvet Santa hat on my head. Very public friendly, as Jamie called it.
“Here you go, Santa.” I pass him another gift.
“Why thank you, Cinnamon,” he jokes using the name he made me use when we got here because he said that I smelt like Cinnamon, after I made a ton of buns for the hospital.
We hand out toys, and gift to the children and the staff, plus the parents. The rest of the Unforgiven Riders help with the food and drinks, along with playing with some of the more able children.
It is heart-breaking to watch these children and their families go through such a tough time in their lives and be in here at this time of year, but what I do see, shining through the children and the parents, is love and courage.
They are fighters and full of faith and belief that they will see another day, week, month, or year.
I am grateful for what I have, and I will cherish every moment I have with Ash and Faith and the club. Family is everything, you may not all be connected by blood, but you are still family none the less.
“Can I have a cookie, please?” comes a sweet voice. I look down and see a handsome little boy, he can’t be more than six or seven. He mum nods her head, letting me that it is safe to give him one, so I hand him the bets looking cookie on the plate.
“There you go young man. What’s your name?”
“Jasper,” he replies, then bits into the vegan, no-nut cookie.
“Now that’s a very cool name.” I tell him and he beams with pride before running off and his mum following him after she says her thanks.
“Are you ready to go. I need out of this suit. I am sweating my balls off and they are itching to hell and back.” Maze says as he comes and stands next to me. I smile at him and nod.
“Yeah. I think they are starting to take the kids back to their rooms, they look tired.” Just as I say that the Sister tanks us and the kids and their parents say their thanks, has me get choked up again.
“Ho, Ho, Ho. You all have a wonderful evening and remember I will be watching to see who will be on the naughty and nice list next year. Sweet dreams, everyone.” Maze says in his deep, jolly Santa voice.
The men in the club try to move in to clean up but nurse have none of it even when a group of large burly bikers in the room. We all get shooed out and told to have a Merry Christmas with our families.
We do just that, all of us going to our own homes to enjoy the rest of what can only be described as the best Christmas Day in the Unforgiven Riders MC history and I am privileged to be a big part of what they did, of what we did. Now onto planning next year.