“Will Daddy be different when he comes home?” Lily asked one day.
“Maybe,” Bear admitted. “But love doesn’t change. That’s what stays.”
He smiled. “Exactly like that.”
She thought for a moment. “The kids at school say bikers are bad.”
“What do you think?”
She studied him—the patches, the calloused hands, the soft eyes. “I think people who judge without knowing are the bad ones,” she said. “You told me what matters is keeping promises and protecting people. That’s what bikers do. That’s what soldiers do. That’s what families do.”
Bear blinked hard, pride swelling in his chest. “That’s right, baby girl. You got it.”
Sunlight streamed through the windows, turning their corner booth into something almost holy. A huge, tattooed biker and a tiny little girl, sharing Happy Meals and holding on to each other like lifelines.
They had something stronger than appearances, stronger than judgment, stronger than distance or prison bars—something unbreakable.Continue reading…
