Meeting Blaze’s gaze, I grin at the eyebrow lift he’s giving me and mouth to him ‘I’ll explain in a minute.” As I turn my return my focus back to the conversation at hand. As fun as I find Trevor’s humor, the situation at hand is important.
“Oh yeah, the bitch took one look at me and screamed bloody murder before she fainted,” Trevor laughs and Blaze grins. “Guess it’s never goin’ to change when it comes to these people facing the reaper, huh?”
“You know it’s not. It’s why you made yourself look like a human skeleton” I say in agreement.
“And I love every damn minute of it. Shit I swear I get more pussy with this than I ever did before.” Trevor states.
“I don’t need to hear about your sex life. Now tell me, are you going to make sure she’s where I want her in the institution?”
“Yep, she’s going to the Field of Mourning,” Trevor states. Mentioning the name of the section in which Dixie is going. It’s named after the Field of Mourning that is mentioned in Greek mythology where the souls of the ruthless love waste away. She deserves to be there, and I intend to make sure she dies and goes to the very same place.
“Good. I’ll let you go. Text me updates weekly,” I say before disconnecting.
“Field of Mourning?”
“Yeah, Trevor runs a mental institution called the Fairy of Healing Institution. Though they do take some patients who really need help the rest is complete bullshit. Its mainly hell on earth. It’s where you send the people who should suffer before their life truly ends. Not everyone should be so lucky as to take a bullet between the eyes. Vicky and I’ve put a quite a few people in there over the years.”
“And who’s Trevor?”
“He’s the director. Also known as the Reaper aka lord of the underworld, Hades. I know it’s weird and as for his face, yes, he’s got a skull tattooed over his features to make him look like a skeleton. In fact, if I’m not mistaken, he had his whole body tattooed to make him look like a skeleton.”
“That’s some freaky shit. But I think the idea is brilliant. Now come here. I want to show my ol’ lady how much I love her before we get some sleep and head back to our boy,” Blaze states, reaching out to snag me around the waist.
“I like the sound of that plan,” I giggle. Cupping the side of his face I press my lips to his.
Our marriage might not be normal, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s unique just like we are. He’s a broody, annoying jerk sometimes but when it comes to me, he holds me tender and carries my wings as I spread them.
Epilogue
Raven
“It’s okay sweetheart, Mommy’s here,” I whisper to the little boy as I pick him up out of his crib. In the month since bringing our son home it’s been an adjustment, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Going about our two a.m. routine, I change Matthew’s diaper while Blaze goes and makes his bottle. We’ve found that Matthew has an internal clock of waking up at two in the morning every night. It takes us about thirty minutes to get him situated and back to sleep. He’ll sleep until six at which point, he stays awake for a little while before going down for a nap.
I never realized how much I’d enjoy having a child until Matthew. He may not be mine by blood but he’s mine regardless and I’ll protect him the same as Blaze will. We had our names put on his birth certificate. There’s no reason he needs to know the truth about the woman who carried him. Nor about who his real father is. We may at a later time tell him when he’s an adult but only if the subject is broached.
Today my parents are coming up to finally meet Matthew. Several of the other members of the Inferno’s Clutch are coming up with them along with Chains and his ol’ lady. I’d been surprised when I heard about him claiming someone but shit if I’m not happy for them both. They both deserve happiness in their lives.
“Little Bird, is he ready for his bottle?” Blaze asks as he comes into the bedroom.
It took us all but a day to find our new home which ironically is right next door to Stoney’s place. Rachel and I have gotten to know each other since moving in. We have coffee every morning for the most part.
She’s talked to me about the insecurities she’s constantly feeling, and I honestly can’t blame her.
If I were in her shoes, I’d probably feel the same way. To have to share your husband with another woman who had his child and kept it from him and on top of that the woman resembles you has to be a hard pill to swallow. I know not everyone can handle the fact their spouse has a child with someone else, but I know when she and Boss finally can meet, they’ll come to terms with being co-parents.
“Yeah he’s ready,” I say, handing Matthew over to Blaze. We’ve found the little boy prefers when I change his diaper and Blaze feeds him. Little stinker has it made that’s for sure.
“Go on back to bed baby, I’ll be there once I get our little man back to sleep. Be ready when I get in there,” he demands. The way his voice grows raspy I grow wet with need. I can’t wait. We may have a son now but that doesn’t stop our sexy life. Especially now when it doesn’t take much for me to be hot and ready for him my man.
Grinning, I turn to leave the room swinging my hips a little more than usual to allow him a view of me in nothing but my tank top and panties.
As I make it to the room, I can hear Blaze talking to Matthew through the baby monitor. He’s such a great dad and I can’t wait to see what he’ll be like when we have another one.
Walking around the bed, I bend over and reach under the bed for the box that I got him.
Sitting it on the bed, I climb in and wait for him.
After another fifteen minutes, Blaze walks into the room and closes our door.
“Matt is out like a light,” he grins as he makes his way to the bed.
“Yeah, so umm, I have a gift for you,” I smile, holding the box up.
Frowning, Blaze takes the box. “Did I forget something?”
“No, I just wanted to get something special for you,” I say nodding to the box in his hand. “Open it.”
“Okay,” he says, looking down at the box he rips the tape from the opening and finishes pulling open the box. He doesn’t say a word as he looks at what’s inside.
Lifting his gaze to mine, he smiles. “Are you sure?” he asks.
I merely nod unsure any words will form as he lifts the shirt out of the box to get a better view of it. It’s a onesie for Matthew to wear, saying ‘I’m gonna be a big brother’.
“Fuck yeah, Little Bird,” he states before putting his gift to the side and goes on to show me just how much he loves the fact I’m having his baby.
Who knew the night I got shit faced and allowed him to put his mark on me that I’d be carrying a part of him in me.
Carrying Blaze’s Mark.
I love the idea. Maybe if it’s another boy we’ll name him Mark. I guess we'll just have to see.
If you’re wondering if the story for Blaze and Raven is over, don’t worry they’ll be back.