Page 35 of Chaos
“I brought you a happy meal, its downstairs.”
“MacDonald’s,” he screams, leaping from the bed at speed and running from the room.
“Good to know a MacDonald’s comes before me,” I grumble.
Declan chuckles and takes up the space Logan left.
“You will always come first with me, Sweetpea.”
I curl closer to him and wrap myself around him.
“You have a good time with Lo?” he asks while stroking my hair. I love it when he does this, it instantly relaxes me.
“Kid is good company,” I reply.
“Yeah, he really is. I wanted to talk to you about something. I know you said you didn’t want to travel for your dads funeral. I heard and understand your reasons, I even agree with the whole Dyno is still a danger and whoever ran your dad off the road.”
Okay, if he understands then why is he bringing it up again?
“I thought you might still like to do something, so I spoke with the brothers and we would like to have a memorial here for Judge. That way we can all pay our respects.”
The tears fall and I am powerless to stop them. They really are the most amazing, thoughtful, and kind bunch of badass bikers I have ever met.
“Oh Sweetpea, we didn’t mean to upset you. We thought it would be something nice,” he panics and the tears keep coming.
“You haven’t upset me. I’m just so touched. Jesus why can’t I get a grip of my emotions?”
Declan holds me tighter.
“Olivia, you have been through so much in such a short space of time. Of course, you are going to feel overwhelmed and your emotions are going to be running high but I promise you, things will get better.”
He truly does always know just the right thing to say.
“Thank you, sometimes I feel like I am losing my mind,” I admit
“How so?”
Do I tell him and be honest? If I can’t be honest and tell him how I am truly feeling then what is the point of being in a relationship with him?
“I don’t want you to think I’m crazy. My head fully understands that my dad has died and Voodoo probably has too, but my heart and my gut are saying something completely different. I don’t know if it is just wishful thinking or if the connection, I have with them is so strong that I feel them. My heart and gut are telling me something is not right. They could still be alive. It’s like I am at war with myself.”
There I said it, out loud and yes, I sound crazy.
“Olivia, I need you to listen me. I don’t think you are crazy. I’ve learnt over the years to trust my gut. It’s never let me down and my gut tells me to trust your instincts. If your instincts are telling you something is not right then I will back you all the way, Sweetpea.”
I’m shocked. I look into his eyes and all I see is sincerity. He really will back me up.
“Will you look into my dad’s accident please? Just for my peace of mind?”
He holds me closer to him and kisses my head.
“I will get Keys to see what he can find, but don’t be disappointed if he find nothing. I trust your gut Liv but I don’t want you getting your hopes up.”
Okay, I can sort of understand where he is coming from but if I’m to trust my gut then my dad is still alive.
“If you think I need to trust my gut then why shouldn’t I get my hopes up?”
He sighs and moves me into his lap so I’m straddling him. He cups my face with his hands and looks directly into my eyes. I can see how serious he is.
