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“This was what I walked down the aisle to.”
“What’s it from?”
“Have you ever heard of B...
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“So, you enjoy historical romance tv shows with a contemporary twist. I know you love wildflowers, and you’re one hell of a photographer. What else have I missed over these past few years?”
“You mean while you were ignoring me?”
“I was never ignoring you, Pen.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Surviving.”
“Surviving what? A life without me, because it sure seemed like you were happy out there on your own, away from me.”
“You made your choice with Luke, I wasn’t going to get in the middle of that, especially after our past.”
“Why not? You never fought for me, not once. You just led me on,
toyed with me only to let me go, and then when I finally moved on, you let Luke take me. How come you didn’t fight?”
“Answer me, Jamie. How come you never fought for me?”
“Let’s just eat, Pen.” I didn’t feel like eating. I felt like fighting.
Then they kissed. Wanda’s gaze cut across the room to me, and her frown told me all I needed to know. Pen didn’t choose me. I’d waited too long and I’d missed my chance.
He had been here at the shop a lot lately, and frankly, it was starting to piss me off. He had her, and they had the club.
Everyone fawned over Penelope and Luke, over their love and how she’s the perfect old lady for him. How good she looks in her cut, how she’s so pretty and perfect. How cute their place is over on First Street. How they’re planning to get married. Bull—fucking—shit.
“Pen’s knocked up. Guess she wasn’t joking about feeling sick these last few weeks.” A strange, maddening roar was slowly filling my ears…as if all the blood in my body had suddenly rushed to my head, and the rest of my body just hadn’t gotten the message.
My chest felt tight, and I—fuck… I ran toward the side door of the garage, pushed it open and threw up all over the weeds growing near the cement steps.
He laughed like this was hilarious. I wanted to kill him. “It’s not like I wanted to be a dad. I like club life, it suits me…the idea of staying up late nights with a screaming kid doesn’t fit in with that…or seeing Pen get fat.”
I literally wanted to murder him.
Wanda: Yes. Confirmed with a paternity test at his demand…he wants nothing to do with it, or her. He’s been fucking his way through strippers and Sweetbutts for nearly a month. He’s high almost every day, drunk at night. He’s dangerous, Jamie, and the members are treating Pen differently too. Hotch slapped her yesterday and called her a whore.
Jameson: I’m coming.
She deserved the entire fucking world, and I was never in a place to offer it to her.
But hearing the pain in her tone when she’d asked that question was gutting. She wasn’t just in pain over it. She was completely eviscerated by my lack of action in her life. I would have fought…I fucking would have. I should have.
“Just feels like maybe your marriage isn’t so fake…”
“I’ve always had deeper feelings for her.”
“But you didn’t ever act on them?”
“I didn’t want the club for her…I didn’t want her to be tied to it. So, I just let her go, but then Luke…”
“By the time I had pulled my head from my ass, he had stepped in.”
“Well, she’s yours now. That’s all that really matters in the end, right?”
“Unless…well if raising Luke’s kid isn’t in your plans,”
I couldn’t have someone I saw as a pseudo father figure sitting behind me, helping me breathe through contractions. I wanted Jameson but I had completely forgotten I’d had this class today, since we’d just gotten back the night before from our trip, and I hadn’t seen him to ask if he’d want to go.
“I have money I can give you.” “I don’t want your fucking money, Luke. I want nothing from you.” “Well, it’s still my kid, so…”
“Is it true that you married Jameson?”
“Don’t believe everything you hear, Luke. I heard you lost your dick to syphilis…was that true?” “Very fucking funny, Penelope,”
“I didn’t know you had an appointment today; I would have gone with you.”
“I know, but you were gone this morning and I’d forgotten about it until the last minute.” “Text me next time, even if I’m gone. I’ll cancel what I’m doing.”
“Because you’re my wife, and I want to be there for you.”
“Not just you…” His eyes dropped to my stomach. “For him too.”
“what?”
“Everything.”
“Your son will appreciate me stepping in and stopping you from naming him something so preppy, trust me.”
I nodded and said, “Cruise Pruitt,” right as Jameson said, “Cruise King.”
“Sorry, of course you’ll give him your—” “No!” I interrupted him. “I just didn’t realize you’d be okay with me giving him your—”
“I am.”
“Connor King is kind of cool.”
“No, babe, it doesn’t. It makes you smart and protective.”
“It’s just…after I started dating Luke, you left and stayed gone for nearly three months. Then you came back, but you were never at the club, you were always gone or on those extended trips. You hadn’t been doing that until I started dating Luke.”
“But we’re married now, you honestly think I’m just going to take off because he called you?”
