Levee (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #9) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC Tags Authors: Series: Golden Glades Henchmen MC Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“That one,” he said as my son flew off of the scooter to run after a poor iguana that had just been trying to sun himself. “That one reminds me of me at his age.”

“Determined to end up in urgent care?” I asked, glad when the iguana scaled a tree before my kid could get to him.

“Eh, bumps and bruises are good for a growing kid.”

I’d always figured I would be a mom much like my own. Very hands off, laid back, easy going. It turned out that fate had different plans. And after my first baby, I’d been pretty debilitated with postpartum anxiety. I was always worried something terrible was going to happen, that I was going to screw up, that my sweet, innocent baby would pay for my mistakes.

It had taken a lot of meditation, yoga, and therapy sessions to learn to tamp down those fears.

They were still there. In the knee-jerk reaction to always step in to keep the kids from getting hurt or having their feelings hurt.

It took actual effort to hold myself back, to let them learn about the world around them—in all of its wonder, beauty, and occasional ugliness and pain—and just be there to help them through their feelings about it rather than try to protect them from it.

Levee, on the other hand, had taken to fatherhood with an ease that was unsurprising to me, but also a giant relief. Because when I was panicking, frantically trying to navigate the rough waves that was parenthood at times, he would just effortlessly take the oars and steer us toward calmer waters.

“That doesn’t bother you?” William asked when the baby I was still wearing started to fuss.

“They’re kind of easy at this stage,” I said, tapping a hand up the baby’s back. “If they’re fussing, they want to eat, be changed, to be burped, or be soothed to sleep.”

I thanked the universe every day that I’d been lucky enough to have relatively ‘easy’ babies.

“It’s when they are old enough to get tired but want to fight it so they can play that they get really difficult. But also more fun.”

“You really like the mom thing.”

It wasn’t a question, but I felt like I needed to answer anyway. “I had three things I really wanted in life. To get people to appreciate my art, to find the love of my life, and to be a mom. I am the luckiest woman in the world to get all three.”

“Never wanted kids myself. Didn’t have the patience.”

“I don’t know. You’ve been pretty patient when you’re teaching the kids about tools and stuff like that.”

“Want ‘em to grow up knowing the difference between a socket wrench and a ratchet.”

“Daddy!” my little girl cheered when she heard the rumble of Levee’s motorcycle coming up the street.

“Stay in the yard,” I called as the kids rushed to go meet their father.

I heard Levee slow as he got close to the driveway, used to this routine with the kids, and mindful not to be going too fast in case one of them ran into the driveway as he pulled in.

“Welp, I gotta go get myself ready,” William said, using the table to help him stand. Sure, his pain was much better, but he was never going to be as strong and stable as he’d been before he’d hurt his back.

“Ready for what?” I asked.

He wasn’t as much of a shut-in as he used to be. He even found a couple of buddies that he hung out with at the local diner here and there.

“I have myself a date,” he declared, puffing his chest a bit.

“Oh, yeah? Good for you. Do you need a ride?”

“She’s gonna pick me up. In her convertible,” he said, looking dangerously close to smiling.

“Well, have a great time!” I said as he started away just as Levee came around the side of the house holding our daughter’s hand and holding our son upside down with one arm anchored around his midsection.

It didn’t matter how many times I’d seen Levee with the kids, it always gave me that little heart squeeze.

“Heya, doll,” Levee said after turning our son over his forearm to land on his feet, then leaning over to press a kiss to my lips, then the top of the baby’s head. “How was today?”

“Narrowly avoided a scooter accident and an iguana was quick enough to save himself some annoyance. Oh, and your uncle has a date.”

“A date? With a woman?”

“Well, you know, I didn’t ask. But I’m assuming.”

“Wow. I mean, he has become… wholly tolerable, but I did not see that coming. Okay, give me the baby. You go get some much deserved time in your studio.”

I was not going to argue with that.

I unwrapped the baby, gave him to Levee, then leaned up for another, longer, kiss.


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