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"I'm so embarrassed." Imelda blushes as we walk through the front door of my house. I laugh as I lower her onto the couch and then quickly run back for the bags

"I have crutches you know." She says as I place the bag at the bottom of the stairs

"I know and I also know soon I won't be able to get you to sit down, so I'm trying to keep you off that leg while I can." I say as I grab her purse

"You know me better than I thought." She smirks

"I managed to grab your stuff from your car, but I just dumped the groceries." I say as I lift her leg gently, sit on the couch and rest it across my lap

"How bad did it look? I don't want to see it, because I know I'll just think about what could've happened to Isla." She sighs as she pulls her cell from her purse

"Let's just say as soon as you're back on your feet we'll be looking for a new one, can't repair the old one." I reply

"Oh shit." Imelda gasps as she looks down at her phone

"What is it? What's happened?" I ask and she blushes

"I was meant to go on a date with Tom the night of the accident and of course he hasn't heard from me for days, he's totally blown up my phone." She facepalms as she scrolls through what seems like a lot of messages

"Well just tell him about the accident and he'll understand." I reply casually but inside I'm fucking smiling that she forgot about him for days, it was me at the side of her bed with our daughter every day not that idiot.

"Hmm we'll see." She says as she types a reply

"What's up? It's been a few months now, I'm kinda surprised you haven't talked to me about him meeting Isla yet." I ask innocently

"Is it weird to talk to you about this?" She asks looking up from her phone to me

"You know you can talk to me about anything." I shrug, tell me, tell me he sucks.

"Ok, but if it's too weird for you to hear tell me to stop." She says pointing at me

"I think I was just nervous because apart from you I've only been with one guy and I thought we were getting married until he cheated, then I tried to get over him with you and got a baby. So I sat him down and made it clear that I don't want to sleep with him for a while and he said he'd wait but between me holding back and then blowing him off, I just don't think there's much hope for me and Tom." She shrugs, that is like fucking music to my ears

"Well I think you got your answer, you don't exactly seem unhappy about saying you might not work out." I reply

"I know, but he seems like a nice guy and I don't want to be alone forever." She sighs

"Anyway, this is weird and depressing, when's my princess getting here?" She asks as she sits up straighter

"Your parents are bringing her over for dinner, I thought it might help your mom warm up to me seeing as she'll be coming here for a while." I say as I stroke her bare leg, resting on my lap next to her strapped up leg

"You're so sweet to do all this, I know my mom hasn't been good to you, yet you're still good to her." She says as she reaches for my hand and takes it in hers

"Well she's Isla's grandma, the only one she's got, so I want us to try to be family." I shrug

"You've never talked about your family, do you not have any relatives?" She asks and for the first time I feel comfortable opening up to a woman

"No, I don't remember anyone growing up and it was just me and the club at my moms funeral, so I don't think there's anyone left." I shrug

"How did she pass? I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it." She says trying to take her hand away but I pull her back

"To be honest I've never talked about it, but I feel like I can with you." I reply as I lace our fingers

"My father was a member of the Broken Demons, he and my mom went to high school with Killers dad Thrasher. My mom and dad were high school sweethearts and were seventeen when they had me. So when they were eighteen my dad joined the club and married my mom. Thrasher said he changed almost overnight, started drinking more, partying harder and cheating on my mom." I explain

"My mom and dad fought a lot and by the time I was five they would leave me alone over night so he could cheat on my mom and my mom could get revenge. That's how I learned to cook, had to learn to take care of myself."

"I'm sorry Isaak, and I made fun of it." She sighs

"It's fine, you didn't know." I reply, she squeals when I pull her into my lap and wrap my arms around her waist

"When I was ten the club found out my dad was beating on me and my mom and stripped him of his patch. My mom and I had to move into the clubhouse because he was always threatening us. That's how the club discovered my moms drug addiction. Thrasher tried to get her help but she wouldn't take it, so I was basically raised by the club because my mom was only interested in her next fix."

"No one should have to go through that never mind a child." She replies resting her head on my shoulder

"One day when I was fifteen my dad showed up, said he wanted her back and to make things right. He tempted her with drugs and she threw herself at him. By the time I found out and got to her they were already fighting. Thrasher showed up but there was nothing we could do, he had a gun. He poured gasoline over my mom and set her on fire, I burned my back trying to get to her but I couldn't save her." I look down and see tears running down her cheeks, I wipe them away with my thumbs

"That's heartbreaking, I'm so sorry." She sobs

"What happened to your dad?" She asks

"He's in prison, life with no parole. Killers dad offered to see about getting to him inside but I'm happy to let him rot in there being some huge guys prison bitch." I smirk as her eyes go wide

"Sorry, kinda shocked me, but he definitely deserves to suffer." She huffs out a small laugh

"Thank you for feeling you could tell me. I want you to know you're nothing like him. You're an amazing father to Isla and I know we had a few hiccups but these past months you've been so kind to me." She says before wrapping her arms around me again. Fuck I'm in love with her.