30. Chapter 29
Psycho – A Month And A Half Later
I smile as I watch Ivy bottle feed Hudson on the chair near his crib, looking content, while other parents look at her with envy, the new ones who didn’t see the hell she went through, all wishing they could hold their children.
Every day, I have had to bite my tongue to stop snapping at them.
I get it, their kids can’t be held yet, they’re seeing my girl happy and bright, but they have no idea that we nearly lost him, that he somehow managed to beat the odds against him, that there were days Ivy didn’t think she would survive.
Whereas some of their kids were born a few weeks early, Hudson was born twenty and to get to this place right here, right now, it was long and hard and Ives not only had to deal with that she also had to deal with the fact I was in a coma and may never wake, that I lost the most important parts of my memories but today after nearly six months in hospital, I get the honor of giving her the good news, news I don’t think she ever thought she would get and those parents can kiss my fucking ass as far as I’m concerned.
I finally get to bring my family home.
I just hope she doesn’t kill me when she finds out I moved all her stuff in my home on club land and that the fact she will be working at Dark Angel’s Motors where a crib has been made up and a little play area in the office so she’s always near our son when she’s ready.
Mama agreed she’d stay at the garage most days as well, just to give her peace of mind.
All the brothers voted and agreed last week without her knowing. They’ve seen her work, Gary doing the honors of showing them for me. They’ve seen she’s fucking good, especially with bikes thanks to Macky, and they want her in the garage. So do Blade and Fury, basically demanding it.
They weren’t happy she went elsewhere to begin with.
This woman deserves everything she wishes, all her dreams. She deserves the world, and I’m going to make sure she has it.
I watch in awe as she removes the bottle from our son's mouth, maneuvers him over her shoulder, and gently pats his back like it's second nature and I smile at her contented look, which I always want to see.
Would she rather be at home with him? Yes, she would, but she also doesn’t care because all medications and wires are gone.
Today, he was weighed, which showed he was four and a half pounds, meaning we can go home and Dr. Clark agrees that I should be the one to give the good news while he sorts out the discharge papers.
Fucker is lucky he saved my son otherwise he’d be six feet under. I heard he was trying to encourage Ivy to take Hudson off the oxygen and get her alone.
He’s lucky to be alive himself.
Hudson is nearly six months old and looks like he’s just been born, though technically, he should have been. He’s strong, and we’re more than ready to begin our life as a family, where I’ll finally make her mine.
Her cut, which she didn’t want to wear until he was discharged, is waiting for her on our bed.
“You just going to stand there and stare?” Ivy asks, not looking up, and I grin.
“Maybe,” I say, “I have quite a good view.”
She looks up at me and smiles wide which just blows me a-fucking-way.
How I thought I could allow her to leave Rose Meadows is beyond me. She’s my world.
I push off the door frame and walk over to them before I lean down and press my lips against Ivy’s. Then I gently pick up our son from her arms and lay him on my shoulder, rubbing his back. He lets out some wind, and Ivy grins.
I nod to his belongings and state, “Pack his stuff, cupcake. It’s time to go home.”
Her smile freezes before slowly going, and she gasps, “He’s being discharged?”
I nod and admit, “He is and his room are waiting for him.”
Her tears fall as she slowly stands and walks into my spare arm. I hold her tight as I kiss her head and mutter, “Let’s go home, Ivy,” and she pulls back a little, her eyes racing between mine.
“When you say home, Jax?” she questions, and I move my hand and cup her cheek.
“Our home, Ivy, yours, mine, and Hudson’s,” I murmur and gently kiss her lips, then rasp, “Go pack, cupcake….”
She wipes her cheeks but nods and does as I asked, gaining the other parents' attention. I scowl at the looks they’re giving her and snap, “Our son has been here for nearly six months, stop looking at her that way!” and they quickly look away, some shocked by my outburst.
Fuckers.
Shaking my head, I quickly grab my phone and bring up Blade’s number.
“Everything alright, brother?” he answers on the second ring and while watching my girl rush around to grab everything, eager to get out of this place and I gently jiggle Hudson, I say lowly, “Hudson is being discharged. I need you to ensure no one comes to my home for a few days to let Ivy and him settle in.”
“Fuck Jax, that is amazing news!” Blade gasps. I smile, and he reassures me, “I’ll make the rounds and let everyone know, as well as Sky and Raya.”
“Thanks, brother. Tell Randy as well. It turns out our Lake is close with the three of them, and I know she was due to see my girl tonight,” I say.
“On it, brother. Go take care of your family,” he says before hanging up and I smile, putting my phone away while I gently rub over my son's back, peace filling me…
“I can’t believe this is happening, I feel like I’m about to wake up and it’s all a dream,” Ivy whispers and I hum as I wrap my arms round her waist from behind and look over her shoulder to see Hudson sound asleep in his new crib, motorcycle sheets peaking from underneath him, his body swaddled in a motorcycle blanket.
We’ve been home for an hour, and after giving him his first bath and his night feed, my amazing woman has managed to get him to settle down easily.
Venom set up cameras with mics in his room so he’ll always be monitored and I know that sounds extreme, but I’m not taking any chances where my son is concerned.
We’ve been through a lot lately, and I need to know he’s always safe.
Our room is connected as well, and as soon as he’s old enough or as soon as Ivy feels comfortable, he will have a room two doors down from here with an ensuite bathroom.
“I’m afraid to leave him.” She whispers, and I hum and remind her, “The place is wired up, Ives. He’s safe, and wherever we are in this house, you have access on your phone.”
She nods, then asks, “Are we going to talk?”
I smile, gently pressing my lips against her shoulder. I know she’s been worried about letting everything out in the open, but there’s honestly no need. We’re no longer in the throes of it, it’s no longer raw.
It’s our past, and that is where it needs to stay.
I deny, “No, we don’t need to hash up the past now, Ivy.
We’ve been through hell and back, and we’ve come out on the other side.
We both didn’t communicate, we both made mistakes, and now, we’re moving forward, together.
After today, we’ll never bring it up again.
We won’t place blame; instead, we’ll cherish what we have now. ”
Ivy sniffles and rasps, “I love you, Jax. "
I hum and reply, “I love you too, now come on, cupcake,” and I gently pull her back, knowing we need to get into a routine with him, and she allows me.
I pull her into our room, gently shutting the door to Hudson’s, but turn the TV on that is on the wall, showing him us, his heart rate showing at the bottom of the screen, and she smiles seeing the efforts I have gone to for her peace of mind and my own.
Thank you, Venom….
Smiling, I grab the bottom of my shirt and remove it, not breaking eye contact with Ivy, who follows suit. She gently takes off my cut, placing it next to hers on the nightstand, her smile going wide when she sees her nickname stitched on it.
“How long have you had that made?” she asks in awe and I walk over to her, gently grabbing her shirt and lifting it, pulling it over her head.
My name comes into view, and I mutter, “Since you were eighteen,” not willing to lie before I lean down and gently press my lips against her neck, then along her collarbone.
Ivy gasps, though I’m not sure if it’s because of my truth or because of my lips but she does arch her back into me and I mutter, “Fuck I’ve missed you, cupcake,” as I undo her black lacy bra and pull the straps down her arms.
As soon as her large tits are free, I throw the bra, cup an arm around her back then take a peaked nipple into my mouth causing her to moan, her fingers gently gripping my hair to keep me in place.
Months, fucking months without her and I’m feeling it. My cock is throbbing behind my jeans, the tip weeping with precum wanting it’s tight wet warm heat.
I suck then gently nip her nipple before moving to her next one, giving it the same attention, teasing her, making her squirm in my arms, making her want more and her breathing picks up.
I move my hands between us and undo her denim shorts, and I kiss down her body while pulling the fabric along with her panties down her slender legs, my need for her building higher and higher by the moment.
I place a gentle kiss on her c-section scar, then one on her mound, inhaling at the same time, taking in her need for me, sending me into overdrive.
Fuck foreplay, we have our whole lives for that, I need her and I need her now.
Standing, I slam my lips against hers without a second thought, shoving my tongue into her mouth, moaning at her taste while I undo my jeans and quickly shuck them off, needing her.
Kicking my jeans away, I grip her ass and lift her causing her to gasp but I swallow the sounds before moving us towards the bed. I take a seat and as Ivy straddles me and takes me in one thrust and I break the kissing, groaning at how tight she feels, how warm.
I grip her hips to stop her from moving, my balls already throbbing with the need to empty, and I grunt, “Cupcake, unless you want me to knock you up so soon, then you might want to lift and get a condom out of my drawer.”
Ivy grips my shoulders as we lock eyes, but her gorgeous green eyes narrow my way, and she snipes, “Brought women here, have we?”
I grin, I can’t help it as I pull her even closer, her chest touching mine and she gasps as her clit nudges against my pelvis.
“Jealous, Ives?” I ask as I gently rub my lips against hers, and she growls, making me chuckle. Cupping her cheek, I admit, “I bought them when I had you in mind, hoping that one day we’d come together, but one thing led to another last time, and we created our little miracle.”
Her mouth parts, and she grips my shoulders tighter before admitting, “I’m on the pill,” and this time I narrow my eyes.
“I’d prefer if we just used condoms, then when we’re ready, we don’t have to worry about you coming off the pill, cupcake,” I snap, I can’t help it.
I want to knock her up again in a few months preferably and I’m not fucking waiting until the pill leaves her system!
Maybe I can swap them for vitamins without her knowing…
Ivy hums as she flicks my lips with her tongue making my cock twitch inside her and she admits, “But then I won’t be able to feel you inside me… raw…”
Well, when she puts it that way…
Moaning, I quickly turn us making her squeal but I swallow the sounds instantly, slamming my lips against hers so she doesn’t wake our son and with her hips half off the bed, I grip her thighs and thrust hard and fast ensuring to hit her magic spot while my pelvis rubs against her clit.
Ivy grips my arms and moans and groans in my mouth as the sounds of our hips slapping against each other echo in the room, and sweat begins to build at the bottom of my spine, which tingles, the need to come pulling me.
I bite Ivy’s lip hard, keeping up my speed as her walls flutter around me then squeezes tightly and pulse against my cock sending pleasure throughout my body.
Before long wetness spreads between us, her orgasm taking her over as her body tenses.
I groan, shoving my tongue into her mouth to swallow her screams of pleasure and thrusting three, four, five more times before my thrusts lose pace and I come, filling her up with my seed.
I breathe heavy before I bottom out and kiss her hard and dirty and knowing I have two hours until Hudson wakes for a feed, I move my hands and grip my girls ass and lift her causing her to gasp but I swallow the sound and move us up the bed until her head hits the pillows, my cock never leaving her tight heat.
I slow the kiss but don’t break it, instead I turn it sweet and slow and thrust my hips, my cock already perking up for another round.
Having her here, with our son, fuck, I’m never going to take it for granted and what better way to begin our first night together than in our home spending the night worshipping her body?