Page 24 of Rebel's Fairytale

Rock

LoadingDiamondintoherJeep and watching her drive away was one of the hardest things Rock had to do. He wanted to go with her and help her pack everything up, but he had responsibilities he had to take care of before he could do that.

First, he had to pick up his kids and spend some time with them. He didn’t enjoy being away from them for more than a day or two at a time. They had already been gone for two nights. Before he took off for Detroit to load up the rest of his family and bring them back, he needed to have quality time with Mia and Logan.

Second, he needed to explain to Mia and Logan the status of his relationship with Diamond, and also that they were expanding their family by three. He wanted to gauge where they were at, emotionally, and make sure they were ready for what he and Diamond had planned.

Lastly, he needed to arrange for a babysitter and for a few of the guys to join him when he went to pick up Diamond and the kids. It would be faster and more efficient if he had his brothers with him to help load the truck. There was no way in hell he was letting Diamond carry furniture, no matter how capable she was.

He figured he would ask a few of the unattached brothers. Rebel was in the middle of his own love story. Pike had a pregnant woman, so he’d want to stay close to her. Not that Pixie wasn’t completely healthy, she was. It was just that when you take a protective, alpha male and add a pregnancy to the mix, you end up with a paranoid, protective, alpha male. Besides a mother protecting her children from danger, you would be hard pressed to find a more dangerous creature.

Yeah, he’d ask Ranger, Brute, and maybe Rex.

Once Diamond’s Jeep was out of sight, Rock got in his truck and headed over to pick his kids up. Pops had golf plans with his buddies, but Mama Nia was at their house waiting on him.

He parked his truck in the driveway and made his way up to the front door. He barely stepped onto the front porch before the door swung open, and Mama Nia was standing there with a grin on her face.

“What’s that there on your neck, Wes?”

Rock cracked a smile and held up his left hand, palm facing him. “I might have went and sealed the deal like I was told to.”

He was not surprised at all when Mama Nia reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it closer to her face so she could get a good look at the diamond tattooed on his finger.

She let out a low whistle. “You sure did listen.”

“I know an order when I hear it.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “She’s heading home to pack as we speak.”

“Good. I’ll expect her and my new grandbabies over for dinner as soon as they get settled. I assume you’re heading over to help her.”

Rock nodded. “In a few days. Just want to spend some time with the kids and talk things over with them, first.”

Mama Nia nodded. “I might have broached the subject. Don’t you scowl at me, boy. You should’ve talked to them about this already.”

He didn’t realize he began to scowl until she pointed it out. He wasn’t happy she talked to his kids about Diamond, but she wasn’t wrong. Rock knew he had put off the inevitable for far too long.

“You should have cleared it with me.”

Mama Nia let go of his hand and put hers to her hips. “And you shouldn’t have acted like they didn’t know their daddy had another woman in his life. They’ve been asking me about Mary for months, Wes. I don’t lie to my babies.”

Rock cringed. “Okay. I get it. I fucked up.” He kissed her cheek again. “Where are my kids?”

“In the living room.” She patted his chest with her hand before leading him in the house.

“Dad!” His baby girl jumped up and ran to him with her arms outstretched and a grin on her face.

He scooped her up and kissed her cheeks. “How’s my girl?”

She cupped his face in her five-year-old palms and let out the sigh of a stressed adult. “Hunter wouldn’t let me pick the shows. Mama Nia had to tell him to share.” She shook her head. “It was annoying.”

Rock swallowed down his laughter. “I bet it was.”

“Why is Mary’s name on your neck?”

Rock looked down at his seven-year-old son, Logan Hunter. Two years ago, he declared his road name was Hunter since he wanted to be a Howler like his uncle Brute. Rock didn’t take offense that his son idolized his brother. There were worse things.

Taking a deep breath, Rock set his daughter on her feet and took her hand. Putting his free hand to his son’s back, he led both of his kids over to Mama Nia’s couch. When they sat down on the couch, Rock perched his ass carefully on Mama Nia’s solid wood coffee table in front of them.

He could see her lingering in the entryway just off the living room, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t as if he kept her out of his business. She wouldn’t have allowed that if he tried.

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