Vanessa Taylor, a sassy blue haired, tattooed cosmetologist with a mouth of a sailor was born and raised in Ohio. One summer while she was visiting her sick father, her connecting flight ends in the city getting shut down, leaving her stranded in th...
After spending the last few hours inside the office, crying for everything I feel like I'm losing, I wipe my tears, stepping inside my bedroom, swallowing the lump in my throat when I spot Daryl sitting on the bed, fiddling anxiously with an arrow from his crossbow. With a quick glance, I realize he's been waiting for my return. Stifling my pride, heading towards the chair that I set my clothes and weapons atop. I turn my back on Daryl, peeling off the shorts and oversized shirt.
"I packed the twins up. They are fed and ready." Daryl quietly offers.
Without peering over at my husband, I let my hair fall around me as I pull the black top over my head, "thanks." Spotting, the bags sitting on the bed next to the babies babbling away, I begin to rile around, double checking his work. "Right, good." Relieved they have everything Charlee and Wren could possibly need in the coming days. My eyes land on a double harness sitting next to the angels, cocking my head, baffled.
"Get dressed. That's part of somethin' I've been wantin' to give ya." He orders. When I glance over at him, his eyes soften. I survey his face for a moment, finding sadness and, dare I say, regret? I nod, acknowledging his request.
Barely ten minutes later, I'm back in my ass kicking attire with my swords across my back. My hair is in a braid. Daryl assisted in helping place the two harnesses across my chest, securing the twins close, so they are unable to wiggle out. We walk in silence as he guides me the out of the door of the sanctuary. I elect not to ask any questions. It doesn't help that I'm still angry over last nights fight.
But the anger is quickly snuffed out at the sight before me.
Daryl faces me as my gaze lands on a solid black 2001 Honda Glowing. I let out a gasp, falling in love with machine almost instantly. "I couldn't let ya go alone on a horse. I made ya a promise when ya lost your bike." He gestures towards the motorcycle, "Aaron found it and I fixed it up." He grabs the bags from my hands, setting them just right so nothing would fall out on the trip. "I need ya to be safe. I need all of ya to be safe. This is better than ridin' a horse."
I smirk, "are you sure? Your bike looks pretty fucked up against this one."
He matches it with his own smile, "this one is safer for ya three, I'm sure." He drags me into an embrace, leaving a kiss to the top of the twins heads, "now get outta here so ya can be back here before I get back." Without replying, I step out of his embrace, kicking my legs over. The same giddiness I felt when I sat atop my last bike returns. It fits my body like a glove. I allow the shit eating grin to paint my face. "Before ya go, I wanna apologize. I ain't been the best with ya, and I'm sorry. I'm gonna try to do better for ya and our family."
"Thank you, Daryl. See you on the other side, redneck." I turn on the engine, I kick up the the rocks along the pavement, leaving the sanctuary in the rear view mirror for a few hours.
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