“I’m never letting her go again. It’s time I fight for her like she fought for me,” I admit before I feel slim arms wrap around my neck from behind. I smile, bringing my hand up to hold Ivy to me as her face presses into my back while I keep my eyes on our son.
Fuck he’s so small and the pictures Ivy showed me yesterday, he was a lot smaller.
He’s a fighter.
“I love you, Jax,” Ivy whispers, and everything in me relaxes. Every worry, all the painful shit vanishes, and I know we’ll be alright, that we’ll get through this.
“I love you, too, cupcake,” I reply, “but we still need to talk.”
Mama tenses as Ivy freezes and stutters, “But I-I, I thought, I mean…”
I smile at her stutter and I add, “You still haven’t explained which fucker I need to kill for tatting my name on your skin, that pleasure should have been mine.”
Mama snorts while Ivy’s lips tilt against my skin. I turn my head slightly, pressing a light kiss to her chin then, I turn back to our son as her arms tighten around me.
“You did fight for me, Jax,” she whispers, ignoring the whole tattoo thing, “Just so you know, you did fight for me. You fought for my independence and my chance to find who I am outside of the club and what people thought, and for that, I love you even more. You are my everything.”
Fuck, this girl…
I press my lips against her arm as the nurse comes over, looks between us, and asks, “Are we ready for some cuddles?”
I freeze, my eyes going to Hudson while Ivy presses a kiss to my shoulder then pulls back and says, “Yes please,” then she looks at me and gives me a small smile and states, “Top off.”
I raise a brow, but I don’t argue. Instead, I slowly stand, my balance slowly getting better, though Mama does stand with me just in case and I take my cut off, and without breaking eye contact with Ivy, I twirl my finger in the air.
She furrows her brows but does as I ask, and as carefully as I can, I glide my cut up Ivy’s arms. She tenses but doesn’t stop me while Mama sniffles. As soon as I pull the cut up, I mutter, “That’s better,” and she turns to me, her face shocked. Though I don’t know why, she’s the only girl I’ve had on the back of my bike, so she should have seen this coming.
Chuckling, I peck her nose before I remove my shirt and hand it to her.
Ivy grips it to her chest, placing the fabric to her nose, making my heart race at her actions, and I slowly sit before I watch as the nurse gently picks up my son then carries him to me before slowly placing him on my chest, ensuring his head is tilted to the side to keep the tube right and I suck in a breath at how fragile he looks.
Fuck.
I hear a few sniffles and camera shuttle but I don’t look up, my whole focus on my son and my eyes tear up as I slowly rub along his back, my heart fucking breaking.
I can’t lose him, Ivy can’t lose him.
I look up and lock eyes with my girl, tears trailing her cheeks, and I tilt my head, then nudge it for her to come here. I can’t take her tears, her pain, I need her close, I need her in my arms where she belongs.
Wiping her cheeks she passes my top to Mama and walks over to me looking hot as fuck in my cut I might add and my t-shirt…. Wait, when did she take my shirt?
Fuck, never mind, she looks hot as fuck.
I move my right arm as she takes a seat on the chair's arm, and I wrap my arm around her as we both look down at our son, camera shutter echoing, Mama taking pictures that I know we’ll treasure always.
I gently rub my fingers along Hudson’s back, holding my girl close and a sense of home fills me, and a plan forms to get my girl living in my home with our son. I smirk.
She’s going to fucking hate me but as long as I don’t smoke, it should be fine. Maybe...
Chapter 28
Ivy – Two Weeks Later
I yawn as I leave the cafeteria, the coffee I’ve just had not even hitting the sides and Jax tightens his hold around my waist, and I burrow into him, gripping his shirt.
I’m wearing his cut, something I never thought would happen. He’s making it known he’s claimed me, and honestly, it’s everything I have ever wanted but never believed would happen.
“How are you feeling, cupcake?” Jax murmurs as he presses his lips against my head while gently guiding me to the exit.
