“Okay, I’ll do that now.” Sadie doesn’t get flustered often, but clearly, she is now.
“Love you, sugar. Go get our kids squared away, so we can get a night to ourselves.” I try to make sure we get some time away from the kids every now and then, but sometimes that means our nights out are at the clubhouse, and I know Sadie craves the open road, wind in her hair, and us ending the night in each other’s arms.
“I love you so damn much.” I kiss her, nipping at her bottom lip, soothing it with my tongue, but before it goes any further, my own damn son cock blocks me from kissing his mother when a fist hits my face.
“Go on inside, sugar. We’ll finish this later. One day, Jax, you’ll be in my shoes, pissed as hell you can’t even get your woman’s lips,” I mutter to him. He has no idea what I’m saying, but the laughter he gives me makes it all okay. Shit, as long as I have Sadie, our kids, the brothers, and the club, my life is fucking grand. It’s perfect even with shit strewn in between. The good, the bad, and the goddamn beautiful.