27. Chapter 26
Thunder
I gently rub my thumb on the inside of my wife’s thigh while I drive her car down the street and towards Marshall’s home, her childhood home that she’s only been back to once since she moved out.
After a night of slow lovemaking, I’m ready to get on the road. I’m fucking ready to head home and start a life with Scottie, Sammie, and probably our unborn baby that she has no idea may exist. It isn’t lost on me that she hasn’t gotten her period for two months.
Fuck she’s going to kill me…
When she mentioned Dr. Thomas had given her a new prescription of her contraception, fuck, it was hard not to wince. But when she slowly took me inside her, I nearly fucking combusted then and there and the whole contraception that Dr. Thomas gave her were vitamins disappeared.
Doc and Dr. Thomas said no sex. They said we had to wait at least until her headache had gone, but my wife is fucking stubborn, and I lost all thoughts when I felt her tight pussy around me.
She consumes me, completely fucking consumes me, and I can’t wait to go home and spend my life with her.
“How long have you been gone for?” Scottie asks, and I frown.
“I don’t know, it was seven months by the time I came to Dallas, so a year, I guess,” I say just as I pull into her parents’ drive.
“I’m glad you came to Dallas,” she says, and I look her way to find her head leaned back on the headrest, her eyes solely on me and a soft smile on her beautiful face, and I grin.
“Me too,” I agree, and her smile widens, and so much fucking love on her face that I feel it deep inside me.
Yep, I’m one lucky fucker.
“Come on, let’s go get Sammie and go home,” I murmur, and she nods slightly, though I don’t miss the wince that has me narrowing my eyes, and she leans forward and presses a kiss on my lips before climbing out, and I huff.
“Fucking Kavan,” I grunt as I climb out of the car just as Lorenzo descends the steps and announces, “I’m officially a divorcee,” with pride and I chuckle.
The fucker has had a thing for a woman at his office for a few years but obviously kept to his vows despite knowing his wife was fucking others and now he can go exclusive.
“I thought it took months to go through the legalities of a divorce?” Scottie asks as she walks under the arm I have lifted for her, and Lorenzo grins wide.
“It does, unless you have an amazing brother-in-law with connections,” Lorenzo gloats, and I chuckle again while Scottie snorts.
“It helps that you had proof of her cheating,” I mention, and he mutters, “Fucking amen for her being a whore,” and I grin as I tighten my hold on my wife.
Fuck, I can’t get enough of calling her my wife.
“Where’s Sammie?” I ask with a smile just as the boy himself runs out of the house with a grin, shouting, “Auntie Scottie!”
Scottie goes to move to catch him, but I drag her back as Lorenzo catches him first and I scold, “Concussion, baby.”
She winces, obviously forgetting about her ordeal for one moment as she stands further into me again, a reflex to feel safe, and I press my lips against her head.
There’s a reason why I spent most of the night slowly making love to her. It isn’t just because I can’t seem to get enough of her, but because every time she dozed off, she began to scream.
Doc mentioned this morning as we were loading my bike that she may have PTSD, but my wife, being a doctor can be a pain in the ass because she’s self-diagnosed herself as tired.
“Uncle Lo,” Sammie giggles and I look to see him wiggling in Lorenzo's hold as he tries to tickle his nephew, and I smirk.
“You ready to head home, buddy?” I say, and Sammie looks our way and grins as he nods. Lorenzo hugs him tighter before rasping, “I’m going to miss you, little man, you’ve got to make sure you call.”
“I will,” Sammie promises before running our way and straight into me, making me grunt out a chuckle. Scottie runs her fingers through his hair just as we hear, “What’s going on? What’s with the trailer and all the brothers?”
“Go get in the car, buddy, Demon is in his crate on the seat next to yours,” I say, and he rushes to the car without hesitation, not surprising me before I look to the door to find Rachel glaring at her sister.
“The brothers are here to see us off,” I announce, gaining her attention, and she eyes my cut up before what I registered hits her, and she frowns.
“Where are you going?” she asks before her eyes go to the car and she snaps, “Actually, where are you taking my son?!”
Oh, so now she mentions Sammie. I’ll bet my cut she didn’t even speak to him let alone look at him last night or this morning.
“You mean my son,” Scottie says fiercely, causing Rachel to glare and pride fills me.
“Last time I checked, Scott, I am the one who made my son with a man who wanted me more than he wanted you, who fucked me in your bed –”
“Rachel!” Marshall snaps, but she continues to spit, “I am the one who pushed him out, he is mine, not yours.”
I growl as I go to take a step forward, ready to kill the bitch but Scottie grips the back of my cut, stopping me.
“And yet, you were the one who signed him over to my husband and me,” Scottie says, and I smirk and the pure shock registering on the bitch’s face then disbelief.
Rachel scoffs, “You’re not married to that biker, he isn’t stupid enough to tie himself to you.”
“Really?” Scottie feigns ignorance, then lifts her left hand and shows off her wedding ring that Sophie picked up for us. She is finally out of Ink's bad books, though she did have to grovel, which is something I have never seen an old lady do before.
It was fucking amazing to see because normally it’s the brothers that fuck up. Except for Tank and Slicer.
I slowly bring my arm up and over my wife’s shoulders while Rachel frowns at her finger. I intentionally put my hand over Scottie’s, showing off my gold band, and Rachel's eyes widen seeing it.
“You married her?!” she screeches
I grin and confirm, “I did.” Then I look at Marshall, who has tears in his eyes, and I say, “I’ll call when we get home.”
He nods while his wife looks down, trying to control her sobs though you can see her body shaking.
Scottie being the sweetest fucking woman in the world, sighs before she moves from underneath my arm and walks over to her parents.
Both wrap their arms around her, and Rachel looks around, seeing if anyone is looking at her.
The silly bitch bypasses me, obviously believing I’d be watching my wife, and she quickly runs down the steps, her focus – the car.
Bitch knows she can’t take me so she’s going to try and take the child she has forced Scottie to watch.
I sidestep in front of the backseat door just as Lorenzo grabs her arm and demands, “Want to tell me why you are trying to go after a child you didn’t even want to begin with? A child you’ve ignored for years?” and Rachel’s attention is diverted for a moment as Scottie comes back my way.
As soon as she’s close, I grab her hand and give a salute to Lorenzo. He nods, his eyes going to Scottie for a moment, eyes laced with guilt before he focuses on Rachel who has gotten in his face.
I guide my wife to the car as Rachel begins to screech in horror because her brother is stopping her from coming after us. That he’s helping Scottie to have a life that she wants, instead of the fact that we’re now taking Sammie six hours away.
“Pathetic,” Scottie mutters just as Rachel screams, “No, she’s not allowed to be happy!”
“Let’s go home, baby,” I whisper, and Scottie grins as I help her inside the car before I look at the Untamed. They are all on their bikes with their women ready to send us off.
Fuck, I’m excited to be going home finally.
***
“We’re two minutes out,” I murmur six and a half hours later as I look in my rearview and notice Sammie still asleep and Scottie hums.
“It’s beautiful around here,” she whispers, and I grin wide.
“Just wait until you see your new hospital,” I say. “You’ll be working with Doc. Stone's old lady, Rose, is a peds nurse and will always be around, and Tank is also an ER doctor.”
“So does this mean you won’t end up in my ER if your brothers are there?” she asks with a little bit of hope, and I send her a wink, causing her to groan.
“What, what happened?” Sammie chokes and Scottie huffs, “Your Uncle Thunder is still going to end up in the ER to spend time with me,” and Sammie laughs despite being asleep for the past two and a half hours and I smile as I indicate right.
“We’re here,” I announce, cutting into Sammie’s laughter and Grett, a prospect I vouched for, cheers seeing me behind Doc. I grin as I salute him and Sammie gasps, “Wow, it’s like a mansion!”
“You’ve been missed,” Scottie whispers and I flash her a smile and remind her, “Well, I am very missable,” causing her to laugh as we pull up outside the clubhouse. I look at Sammie and ask, “Would you like to meet everyone or go see your new home?”
“Can we meet everyone first?” he asks, and I nod before climbing out of the car just as Doc walks over and helps Scottie out.
“How's your head?” he asks her as he wraps an arm around her, and she mutters, “A little sore,” while Dad gets Sammie.
“Maybe we should go back to the house,” I say with concern, and my girl smiles softly at me.
“I think your family has missed you, Bradley,” she says, and I retort, “You are my family!”
“Half an hour,” she negotiates, and I huff as Doc clearly swallows his fucking chuckle, and I know if I look at Sammie he’ll be giving me the puppy dog look.
“Okay, half an hour but Demon stays in the fucking car,” I say as Doc guides Scottie to me and I grab her cut out of the trunk and hold it out to her.
She smiles and puts it on, and fuck, I’m so tempted to say fuck it and just take her home.
“Let's go,” Sammie cheers happily, ruining my plans, as he takes his aunt's hand. I grunt out a disagreement, causing her to chuckle as she burrows into my side.
“Come on, brother,” Doc laughs while Dad grins and I guide my family towards my other family.
Chatter hits my ears as Dad walks in first before he booms, “Brothers, we have some out-of-towners, give them a warm welcome will yah?!”
I guide Scottie and Sammie inside, and the club looks at us in shock before a loud cheer echoes and I grin wide as my little sister runs our way.
“You’re finally home!” she cries, and I wrap one arm around her, and I squeeze her tightly and murmur, “Yeah, Brit, I’m home, I even brought Demon, the little shit is in the car asleep.”
“His name is Felix, Uncle Thunder,” Sammie giggles just as Brit goes to my girl, and instead of pushing her away for how she treated her, Scottie takes the heavily pregnant woman in her arms. My sister lets out a sniffle, causing Doc to shake his head and mutter, “Fucking hormones.”
“Wait, did the kid say uncle?” Ace demands, and as Doc takes his wife, I hold my girl’s hand, then slowly turn her, showing everyone the cut before I lift her left hand.
“Brothers, I’d like for you to meet my old lady, my wife as of yesterday, Dr. Scottie Hills,” I announce, and everyone is silent for a moment before another cheer echoes and Dirty says loudly, “Only Thunder could go for a ride and find himself a beautiful fucking doctor,” causing the club to laugh, though Kathleen looks ready to burst into tears.
Fuck me, a little bit of guilt hits me, along with a sudden bought of shame.
Should we have made her part of it?
Did I unintentionally punish her for how she treated me by not telling Brit to grab her before the ceremony?
Fuck.