It still punched him in the belly with how fucking deep he loved this girl.
There was no to the moon and back bullshit some of his boys spouted to their old ladies. There was no end for how Rider felt for her.
Bending over, he tapped a slow kiss to her lips when she lifted her face for him. “Good, baby?”
“Yeah, just seeing to this pee monster, then I’ll grab the plate I kept warm for you.”
“No need, I’ll get it in a minute.” He turned his blue eyes to his daughter who was already beaming at him with the same eyes as his. “Got a hug for papa, doodle?”
She dropped the blocks and in her superhero pjs and messy blonde hair, Harper flung herself fearlessly into his arms, knowing he’d always be there to catch her no matter what.
He held her a minute longer than usual, soaking in her innocent happiness, listening to her daily adventures from her baby babble, smacking her two hands on his cold cheeks to gain his attention. Harper was a terrible attention seeker, they worried sometimes how she’d be with Knox and the baby to come, but it was the total opposite. Whenever Knox needed Zara or Rider, Harper became an angel in the making, waiting patiently, even helping out. And for his tomboy hellion, that was a miracle and a blessing. His girl made him proud every day.
He worked as hard as he did for his family.
The things he did, he did for his family.Always.
Their safety and wellbeing came first.
Which, if you’d asked Rider a few years ago he would have sworn on his prized gun that club came first.
His priorities shifted the day Zara came back in his life and he was even more determined for their safety now they nearly had three kids.
When Harper squirmed—hug time over, he set his toddler on her feet so she could get back to playing for a few minutes more before he carried her up to bed.
Next he picked up Knox once his squirt gun little dick was covered up.
The little punk loved pissing all over the place, his own father included.
He sat in the black recliner and looked across at Zara. “Come here, Icy.”
In his lap, he held his girl and his son and relished both.
This slice of good meant he would always wade through the shit.
For them he had no ceiling on what he wouldn’t do.
“Did my folks come back over today?”
Zara chuckled and played her fingers over his beard. She did that a lot back in the days of her healing and he wondered sometimes if she was back in that same head space when she did it now.
“You know they won’t miss a day. I told your mom it was far too cold for her to come out, and she made Ajax drive her over. Your dad played with Harper and your mom baked cookies.”
Lips trailed over her bare shoulder, Rider soaked in the bliss his old lady gave him, whether she knew it or not. Today’s PJ’s were Disney villain themed. She had a whole dresser full of Disney shit. It was what his Zara liked so he might have bought her a few sets too to make her happy, she was ridiculously easy to make happy and he never stopped trying.
His Icy was more than just his old lady, she was his queen.
No one should ever underestimate her just because she’s short, adorable and about as sweet as they come. She’d gone at Texas’ girl like a rabid dog, and though she’d felt guilty for her outburst on the way home, he’d been pathetically proud and couldn’t stop laughing on that drive.
No one fucks with her boys, she’d said.
His men adored her, they’d gathered at the house and praised her until she turned maroon in color and buried in his chest but loving it too.
He loved every inch of his Icy, his perfect MC queen.
It’s not always the wolf you have to be wary of. The lamb was just as dangerous given the right provocation.
“And what did you do?”