Loving You Forever (Battle Born MC Book 7)

by Scarlett Black

  On my way through the kitchen, I turn on the stove and place a pan on the burner. I head back to our room to find Cash playing on the bed next to Tami. He has her purse dumped out on the bed and a Chapstick is smeared into the sheets. “She’s going to kill us, dude.”

  Huffing, I pick the little jerk up and get him ready in the bathroom then take him out to the kitchen. He loves to make pancakes every day for breakfast. It’s not too much longer that the smell wakes up Tami and she stomps into the kitchen.

  “Cash, what did you do?” She holds up her favorite Chapstick in the air to him.

  “Sorry, momma,” he whimpers and looks down at the floor with a big pouty lip.

  “Damn it, just don’t do it again.”

  “Okay,” he squeaks.

  “Come here, baby, I’m not mad.”

  He slowly strides over and she gives him a few hugs and kisses before she heads back to the room. I flip his pancake, “You’re totally full of shit.” I give him a raised brow, but inside he cracks me up.

  “Momma loves me.”

  “Yeah, I know. Sit down.” I feed the little monster. Scariest thing I have ever seen, how blind that woman is to this little boy.

  We finish eating breakfast then Cash and Tami ride with me to the clubhouse. After church, she has a checkup with her doctor. Any day now the baby will make her appearance. Last week she started to dilate, whatever that means, but no baby yet.

  We get through a rundown of usual club business before Blade gets to the point of why he called us in here when there is a banging at the door.

  We open the door and a flushed-faced prospect announces, “Pawn, your woman is in labor.”

  “What? How do you know?”

  “She wouldn’t let me tell you a half hour ago, but her contractions started. I snuck away to tell you during one.”

  I plow my way through the brothers and find Tami hunched over groaning alone in the bar. “What the hell is going on, Tami? Where is Cash?”

  She points to the corner where he has her phone playing games. “Go,” Blade urges, “I got Cash. Get her to the hospital.”

  Scooping Tami up in my arms, I race out to the Tahoe and place her into the backseat. Tank comes barreling out and I toss him the keys. I rub her back and try to talk to her through each contraction. It takes a little while to get through the traffic.

  “How long have you been in labor?”

  “I don’t know.” She howls and braces onto the seat in front of her, “I think since yesterday my back was hurting, I didn’t realize I was in labor. Oh shit, God, damn it, motherfucker.”

  Tank’s eyes bug out of his head and he starts laying down the horn to get people out of the way. He finally gets us through the thick traffic, and I carry Tami inside. I carry her over to the elevators and up to labor and delivery. Tank and I barge through the doors, both of us calling for help.

  “She needs a doctor right now. She’s having a baby.” Tank points to Tami.

  “My wife is in labor. She needs a doctor.” I plead for help.

  The nurse comes around the desk and directs us to a room. “Are both of you with her?”

  “I get why you would say that,” Tank starts, “But no, I’m her brother.”

  “Thanks, please get out,” the nurse says.

  Tank looks a little hurt and wonders out loud, saying, “I’ll make some phone calls.” Ever since he found out that Blade was Tami’s real brother, he took it a little hard and has been working overtime to claim his title.

  I give the nurse all of Tami’s information as quickly as I can. We undress her and get dressed into a gown. I want to make a comment about her ass hanging out, but I know now is not the time, Tami would probably murder me. The nurse begins to hook her up to the monitors. I’m focused on Tami’s breathing when the nurse says she’ll be back in with a doctor. He’s an older man with gray hair. He makes quick introductions, not that Tami cares. She has sweat beading down her face.

  Tami

  The miracle of childbirth is a lie. It is ugly and painful and not a beautiful experience. It is bullshit. After the doctor checks me, he lets us know that he will be back when it is time to start pushing.

  “Angel, how did you not know you were in labor?” Pawn asks concerned, but it just pisses me off.

  “I don’t have a clue what it feels like Pawn, and I’ve felt like shit for weeks. Weeks!” I scream ripping his head off.

  If I wasn’t in so much constant agony, I would give him credit for not backing away and running but a contraction hits and hits hard. The monitors beep alerting the others to what I am already feeling. My hand grabs Pawn’s and I roar, “Fuck…”

  “Don’t push yet, give us a minute.” The nurse patiently explains but I want to yell at her to fuck off. When it feels like the best idea in the whole world because your body wants to rip in two. Coming down just a little, Pawn brushes my drenched hair back. “We get to see our baby today.” He reminds me sweetly.

  I ugly cry. In front of God, the nurses, and the doctor that came back in ready for delivery. “I hate you so bad right now.”

  “I’m here, angel, I’m here for you. We got this.”

  “Oh God!” I yell and jackknife straight up in bed. “Holy shit!”

  Pawn

  “Breathe, Tami, breathe with me.” The nurse shows her, and I start doing it not knowing how else to be supportive.

  The devil, that was my wife turns. “Stop it, or get out,” she hisses.

  My mouth snaps shut, and the nurse gets the demon to concentrate on breathing again. The doctor rolls forward on the little stool and gets to work. “All right, Tami, on this next one you can push.”

  She bears down and moans through the entire contraction. She pushes for another thirty minutes until our little girl enters, screaming to the world. Exhausted, Tami falls back and shuts her eyes relieved it is over. Her chest is heaving. Tami’s body is covered in warm blankets. The doctor finishes with her then examines Mia and brings her over to her mother. “Congratulations mom, she’s a healthy little girl.”

  Tami’s face fills with wonder and amazement when a tiny little Mia is placed in her arms, on my birthday. Best present I have ever been given. The birth of my daughter and brand-new beginnings. “Love you forever,” I whisper to my girls.

  The End

  Epilogue

  Tami

  It took some time, but I finally felt like getting out of the house after Mia was born. Post-partum is a bitch. I fully believe it was because she was girl. She drained every emotion out of me. My doctor told me that’s not how it works, but I know I am right.

  Today, on her one-month birthday, I agreed to meet the girls for lunch at Kat’s house. Carrying the heavy car seat from the car, I knock on the front door and finally Tank answers. “Hey, lil’ T.” Quickly, he takes Mia from me.

  “Big T, are you only here to get your turn at holding Mia?”

  “Yes, I have to leave to go back to the clubhouse soon and I want to see my baby before I leave.” He shuts the door and sets her car seat down to take her out. Mia is a tiny little human, not even bigger than his gigantic arms. “Kit Kat, will you take our picture?”

  Kat grins loving his sweet side and takes his phone, snapping a quick pic of them. “This will be like the hundredth picture of them on Instagram since she was born.” Kat mocks him, but to anyone who knows them she loves it.

  “I’m ready, K-Love. Be ready to get the baby making oven ready to make one tonight. It’s on love.” Tank gets his snuggles in just as the others show up.

  Vegas walks in. “I don’t know about that one, Dana,” she defends. “He is too easy of a pick for her. Where Paul, he lights her fire and makes her feel alive. That’s her real love.”

  “Vegas, you always want the bad guy to win. Sean is sweet, and he understands her emotional needs. He has an emotional maturity most men don’t have.”

  Vegas fake yawns. And the two continue to banter for a few minutes situating the kids. My back start
s to sweat, and my mind spirals. No, they can’t be. Can they?

  “What book are you guys reading?” I squeak.

  “What are you talking about? Pawn dropped off the books that you wanted us to read. He said the next time we meet up that you wanted to talk about it.” Vegas’s eyes squint.

  “Is it called Hiding Our Hearts, by M. Lewis?” I gulp and Vegas presses forward ready to pounce but Dana beats her.

  “Oh my God, it’s you, Tami Melissa Lewis. M. Lewis. Sean is Solo and Pawn is Paul. No.” She shakes her head, “You’ve been writing, you published a book!”

  A very pregnant Vegas holds her belly, “I’m so damn proud of you. So proud.” She turns to Kat, “You knew, didn’t you?” She scolds.

  “Of course, I did. She asked me to put up a firewall awhile back. The draft was up. I’ve been reading it as she was writing it.”

  “Kat, you can’t spy on me.”

  “Sure, I can.” She maliciously laughs. “Here is a note from Pawn.”

  I open the letter and find a really cute handwritten barely legible letter.

  Angel,

  I knew that telling the girls would scare you. I ripped the Band-Aid off for you. Congratulations on your first book.

  Love you forever,

  Pawn

  P.S. If heaven can be found, I’ll bring it to you. Enjoy your day.

  I fold up the letter, tucking it away and spend the afternoon explaining the books and the hard emotions that I went thought in the last year; how my first book is what saved me. Me, I found a way to survive when all I wanted was to die and give into the pain. Love saved me.

  Bonus Scene

  Pawn

  “Tami!” I holler for her from the doorway. “Woman we have an appointment to get to.” We do and we don’t, but I’m not telling her that.

  “Eric, you better be patient, it’s not easy with two babies,” my mom scolds, playing with Cash on the floor. Mia sits on my arm, my cast now removed.

  “What babies, ma?”

  She whips her head up and gives me a glacier glare. I hold a hand up, stopping the tongue lashing she wanted to give to me. Tami walks down the hallway wearing the short shorts she used to and a black tank. I bite my lip from saying the dirty as fuck things I want to say about my wife.

  “Quit yelling and being an ass. Mia didn’t nap all day and I feel moody. Keep it up and I’ll just take a nap since your mom is here.”

  “Hell no, kiss the kids goodbye. We are going.”

  We swap kids around saying our goodbyes and I holler, “Don’t wait up mom.” She waves goodbye with Mia in her arms. Holding the door open for Tami, I swat her ass on the way out. “You look hot, angel. Those boots are coming off eventually, but damn, have I missed you in them.”

  She abruptly turns, “Good, because for one night, I don’t want to be a mom, I want to be your woman.” Tami tugs me in close to her by my cut and plants a salacious kiss on my lips in our driveway. If I could get away with it, I would fuck her on my bike. Too soon she pulls away and I swing a leg over the seat of my bike.

  She jumps on, wrapping her body tightly around mine. Once we hit the road, it gives me the same old feelings that have always been there with her, love and the freedom she gives me. I enjoy every moment with her. The speed resetting the clock and clearing our heads for the night.

  We reach the Black Rose and I take her inside. Our friends all line up at the bar with beers in their hands. “Happy Birthday!” they all yell when she walks in.

  “You remembered!” she beams.

  “Of course. Tonight, you can be you, not a mom but a woman.” I remind her.

  “Yours.”

  “That too.” We grab our drinks at the bar and after a few dances I whisper yell, “I have a present for you, next door.”

  Curious, Tami is always ready for the next big adventure. Walking into Battle Born Tattoo, she is surprised to find Jazzy there waiting for her.

  “Come on girl, you can’t be that surprised. It’s time don’t you think?” she asks.

  “Really, Pawn?” I can hear the hesitation in her voice.

  “I told you I was taking it all, today you wear my brand and my cut. There will be nothing separating us, ever.”

  “Surprise me then.” A buzzed Tami sits down in the chair.

  I wouldn’t say I wasn’t sporting a woody when Jazz has Tami lay face down and unsnaps her bra to get the ink done.

  Clear up her spine I had the letters scrolled into her flawless skin, Property of Pawn.

  What’s coming next?

  Claiming His Forever,

  Spider’s Story.

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  Author’s Note

  I would love to say that we all can walk this life and not feel the lick of the flames on our hearts and souls. It’s impossible. I had no idea how much I would love Pawn. He snuck up on me just like Tank did. Love the pound puppies. I’m sorry for those that loved Solo. I loved him too, but I wanted to stay true to the story I wanted to tell. I’ve enjoyed the journey with you all making the stories come to life. Thank you for that.

  Parts of Pawn are me. The sorrow and self-guilt are me. Remembering the wrongs of the past. It doesn’t matter what our histories are we feel it and harbor those things deep inside. This year, I learned that I still had some of those hiding. After I wrote Tank’s books, they really came to the surface for me for a lot of reasons of just the natural progression of life. I didn’t know when I would be ready to write this book. I didn’t want to give in to the emotions. Truth is, it was a battle within me and I’m sure I will face many more. But what I learned is, it’s never too late to stand up for yourself, for you. Never. Grieve your losses and learn. But always learn to love in the end. Love yourself and forgive those even if they don’t understand. That is my truth whether others hear it or not, it’s mine.

  Your heart is your strongest muscle, not your ass. So, don’t be one.

  Scarlett Black

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  Battle Born MC Series

  Betting on Forever (Battle Born MC #1)

  Nothing Lasts Forever (Battle Born MC #2)

  Living for Forever (Battle Born MC #3)

  Always & Forever (Battle Born MC #4)

  Escaping from Forever (Battle Born MC #5)

  Fighting for Forever (Battle Born MC #6)

  Loving You Forever (Battle Born MC #7)

  Claiming His Forever (Battle Born MC #8)

  About the Author

  Scarlett Black is the author of the Battle Born MC Series. Not really knowing where a story will take her is what she loves most about writing. She strives to write about strong women and the men who love them. She believes in love and the miracles that come from it. She enjoys giving her fans a happily ever after worth melting their hearts. These may be books, but they are written with her heart and soul. She is Battle Born. Are you?

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