“Is there a problem with me working while I’m here?”
“Yes,” I answered quickly.
“Why?” she asked, crossing her arms. Fucking hell, I loved and hated when she did that. It was a signal that I was headed straight toward enemy territory, but the way it pushed her tits up short circuited my brain and I missed the red flag every fucking time.
“Because you should be resting. So nothing happens to the baby.”
I knew as soon as I said it, I was a fucking asshole. Knew she would take it the wrong way. “Morgan.”
“Fuck you, Jude.”
She walked away without another word, but I saw the hurt in her eyes. Saw the guilt that she didn’t deserve. I dropped my chin to my chest.
“Great job, Prez,” Venom sneered as he walked by me.
In one week, my wife had won over every man in the clubhouse. The whores hated her, especially Jenna, but so far, they hadn’t tried any shit. I had B make it clear to them all that they would be out on their ass, no questions asked, if they gave Morgan a hard time.
I sat at the bar, and Brian placed a beer in front of me. I lifted it to my lips and took a long drink before setting it back down.
“I’m sorry, Prez.” I looked at the prospect. “I just figured it was better to agree rather than tell her no—her being your old lady and all.”
I sighed heavily. “She’s not my old lady, Brian. Not yet.”
“But she was, wasn’t she?” I nodded. “Maybe I don’t understand how it works. I mean, I know death dissolves a marriage, but does it dissolve the old lady title? Like, don’t the titles in the MC supersede death?”
I smiled at the prospect. “You are absolutely right, Brian.”
I rapped my knuckles on the bar as I stood. A smile split across my face as I walked off looking for my old lady. She might not legally be my wife anymore, but she was still my old lady.
I went to the basement first, assuming that was where she would go. When I reached the room B had given her, I walked in and my mouth dropped open.
The walls were lined with shelves; the beginning stages of a collection of bowls and herbs filled those shelves. By the time the baby was born, those shelves would be filled, similar to the guest room in her house in Virginia.
I leaned against the door in awe of my old lady. I wondered if she truly understood how amazing she was.
“What are you doing down here?”
I turned at her mother’s voice.
“I was looking for Morgan.”
“She’s in her room.” Her voice was cold. It didn’t hold the warmth it had a week ago, when she was rooting for us to be together.
“She told you what I said, didn’t she?”
Benny nodded.
“I didn’t mean it the way it came out, Benny. I just...” I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling. The fear that had overtaken me once I knew she was pregnant.
“You need to talk to her.”
“I’ve tried. She won’t listen.”
“Maybe it’s you who needs to listen.”
“She won’t talk to me, Benny.” I put my hands in my pockets and sighed. “I fucked up; I know that. How do I get her to forgive me?”
Morgan’s mother looked at me. “Forgiveness isn’t something you ask for, Jude. It’s something you earn.”