Page 33 of Omen's Bombshell

Chapter Twenty

Oaklynn

THE LAST MONTH hasbrought a ton of changes to my life. After Omen took me to the clubhouse to get out of the house and let me sleep while he took care of Amanda, I realized just how little I’ve been doing to take care of myself. I’ve been putting all of my focus on our daughter and haven’t been doing a damn thing for myself. It took one trip out of the house to see how far I’ve sunk because I wasn’t sure how to deal with having a new baby and doing most of it on my own. Yes, people from the club come to help me on a daily basis. I’ve accepted the bare minimum help from them and still try to do everything on my own. Instead of napping, I was cleaning the house and doing other things instead. So, I’ve been doing more to accept the help of Omen’s Mom and Dad and of Kimber and everyone else who comes over to see Amanda and me. One of the Slayer Slits has even started to come over to help me with the house work.

CeCe comes over three times a week and takes care of the house. I actually like her coming over to help me and we’ve become friends since she’s been coming over. I never thought I’d be friends with one of the girls who is in the clubhouse for sex with the men. Though, I know she’s one of the good ones who helps the ol’ ladies and has never been with Omen and she doesn’t want to be with him. She’s very soft spoken and makes sure I don’t need any help when she’s at the house with me. Because everyone knows what happened to put me in labor, CeCe has gone to the store for me a few times when Omen or Marie haven’t been able to. Honestly, she’s taken a load of work off my shoulders and it’s less stress I have to worry about. Omen is the one who set this up and I will have to make sure he knows how much I appreciate this gesture.

Just after Omen dragged me to the clubhouse, Melissa went into labor and they had a beautiful baby boy. Homicide named this one and chose Sam Michael for his name. I wasn’t there the day he was born, but I’ve been to see him and the twins a few times since my best friend was discharged and sent home. When I’ve been with her during the day, I watch as she takes care of the twins and her newborn as if she only has one young child instead of three. I’m honestly not sure how she does it. Having Amanda has shown me that raising a child is so much harder than I thought it would be. On top of taking care of her three children, Melissa is also still there and takes care of her husband.

That was the second part of my wake-up call. After the third time I went to visit Melissa, I went home and broke down in tears. Not only was I completely exhausted, but I felt as if I were a failure because I was struggling to take care of one baby and myself while Melissa made taking care of three babies and a husband easier than anything I’ve ever seen before. Omen found me crying and got me to talk about what happened. That’s when he promised to help me more and I know he told his mom what happened that day. The one thing I’ve learned about the club is that it doesn’t matter what’s going on with them as a whole or individually, they show up and help everyone in their family without hesitation or complaint. The good thing about this is that I’m rarely alone and I’ve gotten to know Kimber and some of the guys better than I thought I would.

Omen spends more time here. The only time he goes to the clubhouse is for a meeting and to grab more clothes. We’re sleeping in the same bed every single night and talking through everything. It’s better than I thought it would be between the two of us. I know this is what Omen said he wanted, that he wanted me as his girl, but I still feel as if I’m dreaming most days and this isn’t really happening. Or that he’ll suddenly change his mind and will simply walk away from Amanda and me. Maybe that he’ll be out with the guys or at the clubhouse and one of the girls will talk him into fucking her because I’m still not cleared to have sex. It makes it hard as fuck to think of the time he’s not with me. But I refuse to be the girl who doesn’t trust the man she’s with and constantly questions him about the other women he’s around. So, I’m patiently waiting for the doctor to clear me so I can talk to Omen about where he sees this going between the two of us and what he truly wants.

Yesterday, two Prospects brought me over groceries and some stuff for Amanda. Omen mentioned that I had to get groceries and other things, but I’m a little hesitant to go to the grocery store considering what happened the last time I was there. If I’ve gotten things without the help of others, it’s been bought online and delivered within a few hours. Just one more thing I’ve done to ensure I haven’t had to leave the house. Not only did they do all the shopping for me, the Prospects delivered it to the cottage, brought it all inside, and put it away while I fed and burped Amanda before getting her back to sleep. Since I’ve become aware of what I’ve been doing to myself, Amanda has become easier to get to sleep and has calmed down herself. She doesn’t have all of my negative emotions surrounding her any longer and the shift in our daily routine has been amazing.

Today I’m sitting in the living room with Amanda in my arms after just getting done feeding her when there’s a knock on the door. I listen as the locks turn and a conversation on the other side of the door reaches my ears. It doesn’t take me more than a few seconds to realize Melissa is at my door with someone. I’m kind of confused because I have no clue what she’s doing here right now. Getting off the couch, I lay Amanda in the bassinet and head for the front door to find out what’s going on.

“Melissa, what are you doing here?” I ask her as she walks in with the twins holding her hands as I look over her shoulder to find Homicide following his family with Sam in his arms. “Did I forget about something we set up?”

“Not at all. I wanted to get outta the house and Omen asked us what we were doing today. Since we didn’t have anything planned, here we are,” my best friend answers me as Zeke lets go of his mom’s hand to race over to me.

I bend down and lift him up in my arms as he wraps his arms around my neck for a hug. Delilah stays back between her parents. Even if she knows someone, she’s a little shy and takes a bit to warm up. As my best friend and her family make their way into the cottage, I hear the distinctive roar of Omen’s bike coming down my street. It doesn’t take much for me to hear him when he’s on his way over and I love it because it’s that little bit of reassurance I need that his words were true and this is really what he wants. Plus, it means he can’t sneak up on me which is always good. I’m a little jumpy these days.

It doesn’t take long for Homicide to settle on the couch with Sam still in his arms and Omen to walk through the front door to find us all in the living room. He immediately walks over to the bassinet and stares down at his daughter for a few minutes before turning his attention to me. I feel my entire body heat up as Omen’s eyes rake up and down the length of my body extremely slowly. It feels as if his gaze is a gentle caress of my skin causing goosebumps to break out as I lick my lips and return the look despite my best friend and her husband being here. Thankfully this morning while Amanda was sleeping in my bedroom, I took a shower and actually spent time doing my hair and make-up before dressing in better clothes than stained sweatpants and one of Omen’s tee-shirts.

“Fuck, Baby Girl. You look sexy as fuck,” Omen says, his voice low so the kids can’t overhear him as he takes the few short steps separating the two of us to pull me into his arms.

Omen kisses me as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. I press my body close to his and wrap my arms around him as he slides one hand down my spine until it rests on my ass and the other one tangles in my hair. By the time we pull apart, I’m breathless and feel as if my entire body is on fire from his simple touch and kiss.

“You’re back early. Didn’t realize you had an early day today,” I finally manage to say as he continues to stare at me.

“I’m here for you, Baby Girl. Melissa and Homicide are gonna babysit while I take you out,” Omen informs me, as he pauses and keeps his gaze locked on me to judge my response.

“Okay. Do I need to change? Where are we going?” I question him, not sure what today is all about because this is the first time Omen has even hinted at taking me out.

“You don’t need to change anythin’, Oaklynn. I’m takin’ you to one of the places I can truly be myself and where I’ve spent countless hours thinkin’ about the two of us and tryin’ to fight the pull that’s been between the two of us since the first second you walked into the clubhouse and I saw you. I’m givin’ you a part of me no one else has ever gotten,” he states as my heart starts to race because I know the old Omen wouldn’t have ever thought of doing something like this.

“Okay,” I say, walking over and leaning down to press a soft kiss against Amanda’s cheek as she sleeps.

After covering her up with her blanket and letting Melissa know there’s milk in the refrigerator, Omen ushers me out of the house pausing long enough to grab one of my coats even though it’s warm out today. I’m wearing a pair of jeans that are so worn they’re soft as hell and one of my favorite pairs. Paired with my jeans, I’ve chosen a V-neck tee-shirt in black that fits me tighter than normal as I try to continue losing the baby weight I gained while pregnant. Omen walks me to his bike and my mouth drops open. I know the rule he has about girls on his bike—it doesn’t happen because none of them were gonna be his ol’ lady and that spot is reserved for her and only her even if it’s not what he wanted.

Omen stands behind me and helps me into my jacket before stepping in front of me. He reaches out and zips it up before turning to his bike and pulling something out of his saddle bags. I spot a helmet in his hands as he steps up closer once again and places the helmet on my head. I don’t move as he straps it up and ensures it’s not too big for me. When I’m all set, Omen smiles at me before making sure the visor is open so I can hear him talk.

“This is a brand-new helmet I bought for you. It’s got a communication system in it so we can talk to one another and you can answer calls. You ever ridden a bike before?” he asks me, waiting for me to get over the shock of him buying this helmet for me to answer him.

“It’s been a very long time, but I’ve been on a bike before. I’m just not sure if I should be on the back of your bike, Omen,” I tell him, looking anywhere but at him because my insecurities are getting to me.

“Baby Girl, I have a pretty good idea where your mind is right now and that’s not gonna fuckin’ fly with me. You’re sexy as fuck and aren’t gonna do a fuckin’ thing but get that sexy ass on my bike and wrap your body around mine. You’re not too big or anythin’ else you’re thinkin’ right now. You’re fuckin’ perfect,” Omen states emphatically as he pulls my body closer to his and tips my head up so he can look me in the eyes.

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