Wolf (Devil's Fury MC 9), Harley Wylde [intellectual books to read TXT] 📗
- Author: Harley Wylde
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My stomach cramped at the thought, but I tried to tell myself I was being ridiculous. He’d been so kind and understanding so far. There was no reason to think he’d demand I have another baby right now. Until I finished my degree, it was better to hold off. He might say I didn’t need a job to help pay the bills, but being a nurse was my calling. I honestly didn’t care if I worked at a private practice, hospital, or just helped at the clinic the club ran. I wanted to make a difference in someone’s life. The how wasn’t quite as important.
“Come on, girls,” Wolf said, holding his hand out to me. I let him pull me to my feet and followed him to the truck.
“Thanks for watching her,” I called out. Elena waved me off before focusing on her family again.
“Sienna didn’t seem to know what to make of Valeria,” Wolf said as we drove to our house.
“No, she didn’t.”
He glanced at me. “What are your thoughts of giving her a sibling or three?”
And it seemed we were having the discussion now instead of later. “I don’t mind having more kids. In fact, I want to. Would you care if we waited a little bit, though? I’d like to finish my degree. I’m almost done, but dealing with a pregnancy while stressing over everything else going on isn’t really the best idea.”
He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. “Then we’ll do our best to make sure you don’t get pregnant right now. Doesn’t matter to me if we wait a day, a week, or even a year. All I need to know is if you’re open to it at some point. If you aren’t, then I could always get a vasectomy.”
My jaw dropped. “What?”
“Why should you be the one responsible for the birth control? And sorry, baby, but condoms aren’t foolproof. Even if that’s what we use right now, there’s still a chance you could end up pregnant.”
“You’d do that, though? If I didn’t want kids, you’d go get a vasectomy, which if it worked, would guarantee you never had any babies?”
His brow furrowed. “But I do have one. Sienna is mine, Glory, just like you are. Doesn’t matter if I donated the sperm or not. I don’t need a kid who’s part of my DNA. The two of you are more than enough.”
This man. He floored me at every turn. Sometimes I wondered how he could possibly be real. His kindness, gentle touch, and concern for myself and my daughter made him unique, at least as far as any men I’d ever known. Wolf was one of a kind, and for whatever reason, he’d decided I was his.
You are one lucky bitch, Glory. Don’t fuck it up.
Chapter Six
Wolf
Whatever Glory was cooking for dinner smelled amazing. Sienna had gone down for a nap, and I was left to my own devices. My leg bounced up and down as I fought the urge to go help my woman in the kitchen. I knew she wouldn’t run me out of there, but I would probably be more of a hindrance than a help. I reached down to rub at the area above my prosthesis. I’d changed into shorts when we’d gotten home and swapped out my prosthetic for the one I preferred when I was around the house. It wasn’t pretty, but Glory didn’t seem to mind.
Until I’d met a woman who seemed to accept me unconditionally, I’d never realized how freeing it could be. Going from being a competent soldier to a man with a missing limb had taken its toll. I’d not only had to learn to deal with the pain, and how to walk again, but psychologically I’d taken a beating. While I had trouble admitting I might have a few limitations, I’d always been tough and locked down the pain, pushing through to finish whatever task I’d started. I refused to let my missing leg keep me from doing the things I loved, like riding my bike, so I’d had to learn how to live with my new normal. Thankfully, my missing leg was on the right side and I hadn’t had to modify my bike. It had taken Glory’s acceptance for me to realize I’d been hiding. I’d thought I’d dealt with the fact I wasn’t whole anymore, but I’d been wrong. I’d never let anyone see me like this -- less than perfect, at least physically -- until now. Until her.
I flipped through the stations on the TV, finally stopping on Journey to the Center of the Earth. I’d always been a Jules Verne fan. My middle school librarian had introduced me to his adventure books, and I’d been hooked on reading ever since. Not that anyone could tell by looking at my house. These days I kept everything digital and preferred to read on my phone. Being a geek didn’t mesh with the tough biker persona I wore with pride. Or at least, I’d always thought it didn’t. Maybe it was time to make a few adjustments in my life, and definitely to my perception of not only myself but others. I needed to stop hiding. From me.
I heard the clang of a pan hitting the counter or floor and got up to check on Glory. Sienna, thankfully, slept through the noise. I didn’t hear a sound from her bedroom. My leg ached more than usual, and my steps were a little slower. Glory held her hand under the running faucet.
“Baby, what happened?” I asked, trying to hurry closer to her.
“I didn’t pay attention and burned my hand. It’s not bad.”
I reached for her hand, inspecting the pale pink mark. Since she was the one studying nursing, I’d take her word for it on the severity. I reached up into the cabinet to the right and pulled down one of
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