Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Reaper
“Prez, it’s ready,” Ghost says, coming over to where I’m working on one of the cars in the bay.
A few of my brothers will be leaving tomorrow morning bright and early to deliver the shipment.
The car I’m working on is an actual client who comes in for work anytime something messes up.
Her husband used to work here for us before he died of a massive heart attack several years back.
She was also a friend of my mom’s, so the club looks out for her and does what we can.
I glance up from where I tighten down the last of the spark plugs and meet my brother’s gaze. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s just like we all agreed.” Ghost nods.
“Good.” Straightening, I grab the rag from my back pocket and wipe my hands. “It’s at the clubhouse?” I ask, wanting to make sure Ivy won’t see it before we get home.
Over the past week, we’ve been getting back to normal as much as we can.
Ivy’s been feeling better every day as she heals.
I took her to her doctor’s appointment, and she was cleared for going back to work as long as she took it easy and doesn’t do anything strenuous on her body.
This news made Ivy happy and she’d started back to work yesterday.
Both days I’ve been here at the garage with her.
I’m not ready just yet to let her out of my sight.
I know I will eventually, and she’s promised me she wouldn’t go anywhere without one of my brothers with her if I’m not there.
Soon I’ll calm down and let her go without me again, but the wreck is still far too fresh in my head, and I gotta keep her close for my own peace of mind.
With everything going on, Ivy agreed with me when I explained to her that, until I know that the people to whom her uncle owed money wouldn’t be coming after her, that we needed to stay at the clubhouse. Ivy doesn’t want anything to happen to her or the baby.
“Y’all go ahead and head to the clubhouse. I’ll get her and lock up. This is y’alls surprise for her, and it should be y’all giving it to her,” I grunt, not really wanting her to have it, but I know my woman. She’d go get her own if they didn’t do it for her.
My brothers decided to find a jeep wrangler similar to the one she had. This one, though, they’d painted a turquoise color and added a roll cage to it as an extra precaution. They also added the modifications that were on the old one to the new one, trying to make it just the way she would like it.
I also had my own surprise for her. She’s carrying my kid, and though she can drive her new Wrangler, I want her safe in a bigger vehicle. I bought her a Jeep Grand Cherokee and had it painted the same color to match the Wrangler.
Nodding, Ghost grins and signals for everyone to go head out while I walk toward Ivy’s office. She still has her hand in a cast and isn’t able to type like she normally does, but Ivy is determined.
Ivy lifts her head when she sees me coming in and smiles.
“You ready to go, Precious?” I ask, leaning against the door frame. The doctor had told me when I asked if Ivy’s clear for sex that she is, but we haven’t done anything yet. I’m waiting for her to make a move. If she doesn’t make it soon, I think I’m gonna have to do it.
“Yeah, I’m ready. I got the orders put in for what the guys needed.” Ivy stands up from behind her desk, and my mind goes to the day I’d fucked her right here on her desk.
“Good, you hungry, or can you wait? The club’s having a party tonight, and everyone’s already headed out. Angel, Hellhound, and Thanatos are having a grilling contest to see who cooks the better steaks and chicken or whatever the fuck they’re cooking.”
Ivy giggles, having heard the argument between the three of them.
“I can wait. I had a snack just a bit ago, so I’m okay.” Morning sickness has seemed to hit Ivy in the last two or three days. She’s been getting queasy, though she hasn’t outright puked. I know she’s dealing with nausea. I can see it in her face, but she manages it without complaint.
Taking Ivy’s hand, I guide her out of the garage, making sure to lock up behind us. I head for my truck and help her in. With Ivy being pregnant, I won’t put her on the back of my bike. Closing the door behind her, I walk around the front of the truck and get in on the driver’s side.
I drive the two of us the short distance to the clubhouse in comfortable silence. Ivy reaches over and places her hand on my thigh, keeping it there the entire ride home. As I pull into the parking area, Ivy notices her friends are already here.
“I didn’t know they were coming over today,” she mumbles.
“Yeah, my brothers wanted your friends to come to the party, so you had other people to talk to besides their ugly mugs,” I chuckle and park.
Cutting the engine off, I hop out and get to her side before she can climb out.
I help Ivy out and wrap my arm around her holding her to me as we make our way towards the madness.
Beers are already being sucked down, and the air is filled with the smells of the grills starting.
All of my brothers, though, turn to Ivy and grin when we get close.
“What’s going on?” she asks nervously.
“Well, you see, we have a couple of surprises for you,” Angel announces, nodding to Ghost, who sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles. A moment later, both Jeeps come from around the back of the clubhouse.
“We wanted you to have a new Wrangler to replace the one that was fucked up,” Tombstone shares.
“The other one is from me. I want you riding in something safe with our kid.” I shrug, not wanting her to think it’s a big deal as Hellhound hands me the box he went to pick up for me earlier today.
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispers.
“Don’t say anything, Precious. This is your family, and you deserve to know that. They wanted you to know it by showing you. Now you have one more thing,” I say, holding the box out in front of me for her to open.
With trembling hands, Ivy opens the box, her eyes going from the contents to meet my eyes as she pulls it out. Her property patch showing the world she belongs to me, Reaper, the president of the Satan’s Keepers MC.
“I love it,” she says, tears spilling down her cheeks as she puts it on.
“Good, because that’s not everything.” I grin, tossing the box to the ground and reaching into my pocket to pull out the ring I’ve been holding all day. I grab her hand and slide it on her ring finger. “Now, you not only wear my patch, but you also wear my ring.”
Grinning, Ivy wraps her arms around me and stands on her tiptoes.
“Yes, I do. Now take me to bed, Reaper, and show me just how much I belong to you.” Laughter swarms us as I lean down and capture her mouth with mine.
I pick her up off her feet, intending to do just as she asked of me.
My brothers can enjoy the party out here while I take my woman to our room and start our own party, just the two of us.