บททั้งหมดของ Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

~ Mara ~ It happens amid the noise. That’s the thing. There’s music playing from a speaker someone brought, too loud and slightly off-beat. Someone is laughing like they never learned how to stop. Lily is in the middle of it all, fully adopted by chaos, sitting on the floor with two of the guys like she’s known them forever. And I’m standing in the kitchen again. Of course I am. Because apparently this is where all my life-changing moments happen now. I’m holding a cup I’m not drinking from, watching Cole across the room. He’s different here. Not in a bad way. Just… more. More solid. More certain. More him. People listen when he speaks. They move when he looks at them. And yet— He keeps glancing at me. Like he’s checking. Like he’s making sure I’m still here. I don’t know why that makes my heart race the way it does. Probably because I’m doing the same thing. Someone bumps my shoulder lightly. “Careful,” a voice says. “You look like you’re a

~ Cole ~ I’m used to noise. Engines, the low voices of people who don’t trust each other but tolerate each other presence anyway. Now I hear nothing? Silence is supposed to be neutral. Background. Forgettable. But tonight it feels… arranged. Like something is holding its breath. I should’ve noticed sooner. I should’ve— Footsteps. Slow…..Not rushed. Just… wrong. My body reacts before my mind fully catches up, shoulders tightening, hand already halfway to the knife at my back. But I’m a second too late, and in my world, a second might as well be a lifetime. The first hit comes from the side. Sharp. Fast. Not a punch. A blade. It slides in clean, like it knows exactly where to go. My breath cuts off, like someone reached inside me and turned something essential off. I stagger back, more from surprise than pain. Pain comes after. Always does. “Should’ve stayed untouchable, Ryder.” The voice is unfamiliar. That bothers me more than the knife. I tur

~ Evan ~ I didn’t think something like that would happen. That’s the thought that keeps repeating in my head after I heard Cole had been hospitalised, like if I say it enough times, it would become something easier to live with. I didn’t plan it. I just… didn’t stop it. There’s a difference. At least, that’s what I tell myself. The bar was Rowdy. Music drowning out conversations, bodies too close, everything blurred just enough to make bad decisions feel temporary. I wasn’t there for anything specific. Just killing time. Avoiding… everything. Then I saw him. Cole. Of course, it was him. It’s always him I wondered what he was doing here. He was standing near the back exit, talking to someone I didn’t recognise. Calm. Focused. Like the world bends according to his every whim. I hated that instantly. A quiet, steady kind of resentment that’s been sitting in my chest ever since Mara started looking at him like he was something better than me. Like h

~ Mara ~ His Brothers at the club kept on visiting the hospital and calling to check up on Lily and me, with Jax at the forefront but I kept on telling them it's okay. I think they feel guilty about what happened and are trying to make up for it. truly I don't blame them it's not like they're the ones who attacked him, and I know Cole wouldn't have run even if there was a chance to escape. Rhea promised she would babysit Lily while I'm here with Cole thank god summer break started last week so I don't have to worry about taking Lily to school. But what hurts me the most is the patients and people at the hospital planning his funeral while he’s still breathing. That’s the part that doesn’t make sense. Not the machines. Not the doctors. Not even the way my chest still feels like it’s collapsing in on itself every time I look at him lying there. It’s this. Voices lowered like respect somehow softens the reality. “He was young what would he have wanted?” I stare

~ Mara ~ I almost miss it. That’s the worst part. After everything… I almost don’t see it. Jax informed me that he and the doctors witnessed Cole's hand twitch so I decided to stay by his side till I see it for myself. I’m sitting beside him, head leaning back against the chair, exhaustion pulling at every part of me. I don’t even remember closing my eyes, just that for a second, the weight of everything got too heavy to hold up. Then— Something shifts. My eyes open slowly, disoriented for half a second before reality crashes back in. Hospital. Cole. Everything. I turn my head toward him automatically. And freeze. His hand. My breath catches. It’s resting where I left it, fingers slightly curled against the sheet. Except— They move. Just barely. A twitch. So small it could be nothing. So small I almost convince myself it is nothing. But then it happens again. Clearer this time. My heart slams against my ribs so hard it actually hurts