Leather & Love. A True Biker Romance.

Chapter 11.

Chase’s POV.

“This one, daddy this is the one.” I smile hearing and seeing the excitement in my son. Jeez, I have a son and I couldn’t be happier, even if I only found out about him yesterday and, given the circumstances, I may have never known about him. Now that s**t stings, but he and his mom are back home, and I will do everything in my power to keep them here with me.

“Hmmm, it’s a little small, don’t you think?” I say, looking at the tree that Chance is looking up at. Then again, he is small, so yeah, this six-foot tree would look huge to any small child.

“It is bigger than you.” Chance says, placing his hands on his hips. It isn’t, I’m six foot six.

“It is bigger than you, you mean.” I look around and my eyes land on the one. “Now that is a tree.” I say, pointing to one tree, four trees down. It is over eight feet and at least four feet wide. It would fit nicely on the stage with enough room at the top for the traditional star to sit proudly on top.

“It won’t fit.” Chance says, tilting his head. An idea comes to me.

“How about this? We pick that huge one for the clubhouse, and the one you picked for the house?” I say to him, and his face lights up and he smiles so wide it has got to hurt.

“I get two trees?” He asks, holding up two fingers, the wrong way round, so it looks like he is giving me the ‘f**k you’ fingers.

“Yup, now how many kids can say that?” I say as I ruffle his curls and lift him in my arms. He giggles, and it is the sweetest sound I have ever heard, well apart from his mom’s giggles.

“Look, daddy, it’s Santa. Santa came.” The place we have come to pick our trees has a Grotto so the kids can meet Santa and they have other Christmas decorations and little food stalls. It is like a Christmas market.

“Would you like to meet him?” I ask Chance, not sure of myself. Does Shan let him sit with Santa? Will he freak out like that little girl is? Who is terrified and crying as she sits on Santa’s knee as the photo is being taken?

“Yes.” Chance wriggles to get down and I chuckle, taking his hand in mine as I direct the other prospects, Tanner and Spike, to pay for the trees and sort out the delivery. As well as the other s**t we want.

Including a dancing Santa, an inflatable snowman, a snow machine, lights, more tree ornaments and other stuff to decorate the clubhouse. I had a vision of turning the clubhouse into Santa’s grotto in Lapland. Hell, I even picked out outfits for the prospects to be dressed as elves, yeah, I’m a cunt. If I can, I want to hire reindeer to come to the clubhouse, but I’m not sure I can but I’m working on it.

We wait in the line, and Chance is looking thoughtful.

“What will ask him for?” I ask my son and he looks at me with a serious look on his face and then looks down at the ground. I sense the unease and squat down in front of him.

“Look at me, buddy. What’s wrong?” I ask him and he shakes his head and I tilt his head up and see the tears shining in the eyes like mine and my heart shatters seeing my son upset.

“To bring grandpa, uncle Shane, aunt Lily, and grandma back. He can keep my presents. They are all I want to make mommy happy.” I nearly fall on my ass at his words. What do you say to that so you don’t break his little heart more?

“They are already here, buddy.” I say, and he looks around frantically, looking for them.

“I don’t see them.” He says and I hug him and lift him in my arms.

“You know what they look like?” I ask him and he nods his little head against my neck. I blow out a breath to keep my emotions in check.

“Well, if you close your eyes and think about them, they will come to you in your head. You will see them and they are always with you, deep inside. So, close your eyes and think about what they would be doing.” I say to him as we wait in the line and Chance does too.

“Are your eyes closed?” I ask him, and he hums.

“Ok, now what can you see?” I say to him, and his little eyebrows furrow, and then he gasps.

“I see them, I see them.” He exclaims and I smile sadly at my son, willing the tears not to fall.

“What are they doing?” My voice cracks as I ask this and he smiles, lifting his head with his eyes closed.

“Grandpa is telling uncle Shane to stop being silly. Uncle Shane is playing with something, and I see mommy and she is doing a picture. Oh, I see, Grandma. She is cooking and is laughing at something that grandpa said.” He says with a giggle.

“See, all you have to do is close your eyes and you will see them. They are always in here, son.” I say as I place my hand on his chest and he slowly opens his eyes.

“Ok, then I will ask Santa for a puppy.” He says, and like that, he is happy again. I chuckle and kiss his forehead, closing my eyes, letting my kiss linger before the elf, who looks like she wants to be somewhere else, blows a chewing gum bubble.

“Next.” She says in a bored tone and I place Chance down on his feet and he is vibrating with excitement as he pulls me towards the steps.

“Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas, little man. Have you been a good little boy?” The man who is posing as Santa asks as Chance sits on his knee.

“Hello Santa, yes I’s been good.” Chance says and I chuckle at my son.

“That is good to hear, so tell me, what do you want for Christmas?” Santa asks and I watch my son and he smiles up at him.

“I did want my grandpa, grandma, uncle, and aunty back, but daddy just showed me how to see them inside my head every day. They are in heaven. So, I would really like a puppy, please. I would love it and care for it and it would be my best friend.” Chance says, and even the elf girl looks touched at Chance’s words so does Santa. Even the parent next to me looks shocked and sad.

Santa coughs to cover up his emotions and nods his head.

“Ok little friend, I will see what I can do.” Santa says, giving Chance a wink, and then they both smile for the camera and the elf girl gives Chance a gift. Santa looks at me and nods his head once in a silent sign of sympathy for our loss.

“What do you say, son?” I say to Chance, and he smiles, looking from the red shiny gift wrap with a white bow to Santa, and says thank you and runs to me, and I lift him.

“Bye, Santa, and elf. Merry Christmas.” Chance waves at them over my shoulder, and I see them both wave back.

“Merry Christmas.” They both reply as we walk away towards where the prospects are waiting.

“A puppy, huh?” I say to son as I put him in the back of the club’s SUV and buckle Chance in his booster seat.

“Yep, Dan never let me have one. He was mean and said he wasn’t buying a dog when he had things he didn’t want.” Chance tells me and I growl, knowing this Dan fucker will be dead soon if Chance is implying what I think he is.

Oh yeah, Dan is dead. And it looks like I need to a find a puppy for my son. He can have whatever the f**k he wants. After all, I’m his father and he can have what he wants.