Rogue’s POV
We’re meeting my father for lunch. He had called early in the morning when Collin and I were still at Harley’s house. Thankfully, he wants to meet at a diner and not in the club. I really don’t want to run into president jackass. I am almost completely sure my father doesn’t want me to run into him either, seeing that he chose a meeting place as far from the clubhouse as possible.
He’s nervous and excited to meet Collin for the first time, that much I know. It was clear in his
voice when he called and honestly, so am I.
Growing up, I’ve never had a male figure in my life, someone to protect me and threaten boys to stay away from me. I want Collin to know his grandfather and have a male role model because Lord knows if I’ll ever marry someone. Not after the disaster with Collin’s father.
I glanced at the rear–view mirror and smiled seeing Collin silently playing with an action figure, waving it in the air. I sighed as I pulled into the diner’s parking lot and was glad to see not many people were around. I leaned back on the leather seat for a moment and inhaled deeply to rid myself of the nerves. I turned around, looking at Collin, “Are you ready to meet grandpa?” I asked, softly. I really hope this meeting goes well.
He bounced in his car seat, clapping his hands, “Yes! yes!” He shrieked gleefully. I blew out a breath of relief and grinned at him. After my father called, I sat on the couch with Collin on my lap and explained the best I could to an almost two–year–old who he was going to meet. He seemed to understand what I was saying and was eager. Thank goodness.
I unbuckled my belt and exited the car before opening the back door to get Collin out of his car seat. I lifted him in my arms and locked the car.
“Mama!” He said, pointing at the large neon green sign, “Look!”
I chuckled at his enthusiasm and how he pronounced ‘look‘ in his adorable voice. It sounded more
like ‘wook‘.
“It’s pretty. Isn’t it, baby?” I responded as I looked at my son with a smile. He nodded and continued to watch the building in awe as we walked.
I wish that we could see inside before we entered. I wanted to see the expressions on my father’s
face before actually standing face to face with him.
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I paused as my hand touched the door handle. After a minute, I nodded to myself in assurance and
entered the diner.
We were immediately hit with various scents of desserts and food that made my stomach growl. Collin giggled as he heard it and poked my cheek. I took his small hand in my own and kissed his fingers. His laughter set a smile on my face.
“Riley,” I heard a familiar voice call out. I scanned the diner and saw my father standing by a table in the back, waving at us. He was wearing his cut, as expected. Bikers rarely ever take their cuts off in public unless it was sweltering hot or they were very comfortable in their surroundings.
I walked towards him and when I stood in front of him, he hugged me, cautious of Collin in my arms. Then, he sat down and gestured to the seat opposite of him. I took a seat, keeping Collin in
my lap since he protested when I tried to put him to sit beside me.
“How are you, Riley?” He asked, his gaze set on my son, who was twirling a piece of my hair with his fingers.
I noticed that he looked as if he hadn’t slept in some time as there were bags under his eyes.
“I’m fine, thank you. And you?” I responded. He looked at me and smiled. “I’m great.”
I nodded, glancing away for a second. This was kind of awkward and I’m not sure whether to call
him ‘dad‘ or ‘Jonathan‘ or his road name. Well, scratch that last one, I have no idea what’s his road
name.
“Collin,” I said, catching his attention, “Look, grandpa.” He followed where I was pointing, now
seeming to notice the strange man across from us, and waved his hand shyly.
Jonathan chuckled, waving back at my son. “I’m your papa,” He said with a shit–eating grin and I wondered how Collin was so normal because honestly, my father looked scary from many people’s perspectives.
“Papa,” Collin tested out the word before giggling. “Silly word.” His arms stretched out to my father, wanting to be held by him.
He beamed with joy as I passed Collin to him over the table. Carefully, he placed Collin to stand on his lap, holding him under his armpits. Honestly, I was surprised because normally Collin doesn’t really trust strangers to hold him but I guess he knows I would never let him get hurt.
“Thank you, Riley,” My father sniffed, his eyes were glossy but he blinked away the tears quickly.
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He averted his eyes, screwing them shut for a second before turning back to face me. Collin was jumping on his lap but he didn’t seem to care or notice. “I’m so happy you’re back in my life, Darlin‘. You won’t believe how much we’ve missed you.”
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