Falling For The Biker - Chapter 99: Chapter 99

Sierra's POV
“Mum! Mum!” I called, barging into the house.
Eve followed behind me as we looked around the dark living room. I flicked the lights on, but there was no one aside I and Eve. I gave her a look and rushed up the stairs.
Mum sounded urgent on the phone. Could something have gone wrong? Down the hall, I looked around. The house was quiet. Unusually quiet.
“Mum," I called out, with no response.
“Elvis,” I called out again, and I heard light footsteps behind us.
Spinning around, I found Elvis running over to me. I crouched down once he got to me, holding his face. “Where were you? Is everything okay? Where's grandma?” I said.
“Grandma is over here. Come,” he said, taking my hand as he dragged me back the way I came.
However, we didn't go down the stairs but the other way, down the hall. I glanced at Eve, who shrugged. She also had no idea what was happening.
Elvis pushed the door of a room we rarely visited, and we were met with darkness. This was Jackson's man cave, which I tend to call his little play room.
There wasn't much he did in here rather than play games and have snacks. Sometimes when we were younger, I tend to go in there to give him a hard time to relax, but I hadn't been in here in years.
“Mum, the lights,” Elvis nudged his head to the side of the door.
I flicked the switch and the room quickly brightened, revealing a neatly painted room. To the side was a single shelf, filled with brushes of various sized and pallettes.
To the other side were two wooden easels. Canvas papers, stools, a table, and some flowers scattered around. The large window was opened, allowing a much-needed fresh air into the little space.
“Do you like it?” Elvis asked, his eyes moved from me to my parents.
I couldn't speak, only stare. “Did we break mommy?” Elvis asked with a pout, making me laugh.
Tears fell off my eyes as I hugged Mum. “This is…” I pulled away. “everything,”
I kept looking around. “Thank you so much. But how?” I asked.
Most of the time, I was home. How then were they able to get all this done? “We were quite subtle. Anytime you were away, we worked on it,” Jackson explained.
“How long?” I asked.
“Since you decided to start painting again,” Dad replied.
I was moved to tears. They got everything I had ever wanted, from the colour of the paints to the design. Even to the type of furniture I wanted. It felt like they were in my head. “How did you all know I wanted all of this?” I asked.
All eyes turned to Elvis, whose face was red with a blush. He picked up a picture from the table and handed it to me. It then made sense. This was a little vision I had drawn for my little painting studio.
I had no idea Elvis knew about it. I knelt down, pressing a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” I said.
His little hands came to my face, wiping the tears off my face. “Don't cry, mommy. Grandma said you would like it,” he said.
I hugged my little boy, who was close to crying himself. “I'm not crying because I don't like it. I like it a lot. These are tears of joy,” I told him, and his smile returned.
“Thank you so much, Mum, Dad, Jackson. You even sacrificed your little playroom for me,” I said.
“It wasn't a playroom,” Jackson half-yelled, and everyone choked back a laugh.
He sighed. “You need a studio. We can't let you paint in the basement, can we? This room is perfect. The view and everything,”
I hugged him, overwhelmed with emotions. “Thank you so much,” I said, over his shoulder.
He rubbed my back. “Anything for my little sis. Now, that's enough crying. I'm a man,” he said, pulling away.
I smiled, watching him wipe the corner of his eye with his fingers. “I think we should have dinner out today. In celebration for Sierra's new start,” Jackson suggested.
“Perfect. I have a place. You all will love their dishes,” Eve said.
We all headed out, Elvis holding onto my hand. The more I stayed in the village, the more I felt my decision coming together piece by piece.
Just as Eve had said, the meals were wonderful. The laughter all around only made it all the whole better. I no longer felt sour inside or heartbroken by my failed marriage.
All I could think about was my family and how they've been so good to me. Back home, I got Elvis in bed. However, even after his bedtime story, his eyes remained wide awake.
“You aren't sleepy?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Why don't you want to sleep, then?” I caressed his head.
“I love you, Mommy,” he said before closing his eyes.
I watched him until his breathing evened out. He looked adorable. The next morning, I decided to go to Arthur. It's been two days of not seeing him, and it was time to address what has been on my mind.
A part of me didn't want to. If he didn't love me, I could live with it. The thought hurt, and the realization would only worsen it, but I would just have to live with it.
But I knew my feelings. Admitting it openly would take a while. Not until I was sure. Not until I've truly made up my mind on what I wanted. At the gate, I spotted a few bodyguards at different spots in the little space.
I was wary of them as I walked through. None of them stopped me, but I could tell they were watching me behind their dark shades. I pressed the doorbell and waited.
“Sierra!”