Page 69 of Nitro

Tommy mumbled something in his sleep, a contented sound that reassured me.

It seemed like the nightmares that had been plaguing him before were finally starting to fade.

I debated the idea of staying in bed all day, just relishing in the comfort of being with my mate.

But reality nudged me, reminding me of the tasks ahead.

Spike had recovered, and it was high time for him and me to mend things with Olaf.

I promised Venom we would and I always made good on my promises.

Besides, I knew Tommy had plans to meet Marc later that afternoon. Those two needed to catch up and settle their differences.

I gently brushed a strand of hair away from Tommy's face, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before reluctantly getting out of bed.

I decided to take a quick shower to wake me up completely.

Minutes later, the door to the bathroom creaked open, revealing Tommy.

"Morning," I greeted, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Tommy looked amazing, clad in one of my oversized shirts and nothing else.

"Morning, Nitro," Tommy said, tone playful. “Is there space for one more?”

I flashed my mate a devious grin.

After our overly long shower, we made our way downstairs to the eating area o the MC clubhouse.

The familiar sounds of conversation, laughter, and the occasional roar of a motorcycle surrounded us.

I had grown accustomed to the noise over the years, but today, a new thought crossed my mind.

I glanced at Tommy, who grabbed a plate of food from the buffet table with me.

I couldn't help but ponder the idea of having our own place.

A space where we could enjoy slow, quiet mornings together without the constant hum of the clubhouse.

The notion seemed inviting, and I found myself daydreaming about sipping coffee with Tommy on our porch.

Maybe we could adopt a dog or cat. My imagination stretched even further as I pictured Tommy with a baby on his lap.

As we settled at an empty table, Tommy noticed the distant expression on my face.

"You look distracted, Nitro. What's on your mind?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

I took a deep breath, considering how to share my thoughts.

"I was thinking about the future,” I admitted.

Tommy suddenly looked guarded all of a sudden.

I continued, “Hey, nothing bad. I was just thinking about the idea of having our own space, away from all this chaos. A place for just you and me and maybe we could add a kid or pet in the future.”

Tommy's face fell, a reaction I hadn't anticipated.

It dawned on me that maybe I had broached the topic of getting our own place too soon. Concern etched across his features.