All Chapters of Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mara The fear didn’t just fade once he left; it settled into my bones heavy and persistent, like something predatory waiting for its turn to strike. I woke before my alarm, heart already racing, body sore in that deep, emotional way that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with what came after. I don't know how I got back on the bed from the couch he must have carried me back but Cole was gone. Not sneaking out. Not vanishing. Just… not there. His side of the mattress was cold. It shouldn’t have hurt, but the chill felt like a physical rejection. I got Lily ready for school on autopilot. Toast. Backpack. Hair tied a little crooked because my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “You okay, Mommy?” she asked, her small face clouded with a knowing look. Kids always see through the mask. “I’m just tired, baby,” I lied, forcing a smile that felt brittle. She nodded like she didn't believe a word of it but accepted the peace offering anyway. After drop-off, my phone b

Lily Mommy packed a bag. Not a big one, just the blue one we use for sleepovers, but she packed it too carefully. She was folding things twice and checking zippers twice, like if she did it perfectly enough, nothing bad would happen. “Are we going somewhere?” I asked, standing in the doorway. She looked up fast. “Just for a few days, baby,” she whispered, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Is Daddy mad again?” I asked quietly. She swallowed hard before she answered. “Daddy is… upset. But this isn’t your fault.” I hated when grown-ups said that. It always meant something was very much someone’s fault. A car door shut outside. I ran to the window before she could stop me and saw Cole’s brought a truck. Not the bike—a truck. That made me feel better for some reason. He knocked once, and Mommy opened the door before the second knock even landed. They didn’t kiss. They just looked at each other for a long time, like they were talking without talking. “You read

Cole I punched the wall hard enough to make my knuckles split. Not because I lost control. Because control was the only thing keeping me from going to Evans' office and burning down the whole goddamn building. Jax didn’t flinch. He just watched me from the doorway like he always did when he thought something was amusing. “That’s drywall,” he said calmly. “Not Evan.” “I know,” I replied, flexing my hand. The sharp bite of pain grounded me, keeping the noise in my head from getting too loud. The clubhouse smelled like oil, metal, the Usual vibes. But tonight the air felt off Like the room knew something was about to snap. “I heard from Rhea that they filed for emergency custody,” Jax said. “he did,” I muttered. “That jack-ass doesn’t know how to lose quietly.” “He’s not trying to win,” Jax said. “He’s trying to hurt her and everyone around her.” I let out a short laugh. “Cute strategy.” Jax stepped closer, his shadow looming over the workbench. “This puts the c

Cole The punch landed before the sentence finished. That’s how it started. Silas's biker group stepped into the bar for drinks. One of his guys leaned in too close, his breath hot with cheap beer and unearned arrogance. “Heard you’re playing house now,” he sneered. I didn’t even remember moving. My fist cracked across his jaw. Bone met bone. In a clean, sharp snap The sound shut the room up. crashing into a table with a splintering thud. Chairs scraped. Boots shifted. Silas didn’t look surprised; he looked entertained. “Sensitive topic?” Silas asked mildly, tilting his head. like he was watching a street performance. I flexed my hand once. “Careful.” He smirked, eyes glinting. “Relax. I’m just curious how women and children fit into the biker life.” The word echoed louder than the music. So that’s how far it spread. “Watch your mouth,” I warned. One of his guys spat blood onto the concrete. “You gonna cry about it, Daddy?” he taunted. That did it. I

Mara Cole tried to act normal the next morning. Keyword: tried. He stood at the kitchen counter pouring coffee like his lip wasn’t split and his knuckles weren’t swollen. Like he didn’t come home looking like something ugly happened. I leaned against the doorway watching him. “You’re holding the mug wrong,” I said quietly. He glanced down. “It’s a mug,Mara.” “You’re gripping it like you’re about to punch it.” He exhaled through his nose. “Old habit.” “Deflection.” That almost made me smile. Almost. Lily ran through the kitchen in her socks, sliding across the floor like she was competing for gold. “Uncle Cole!” she chirped.her voice full of morning sunshine. Cole caught her before she could hit herself against the granite counter, his large hands steadying her small shoulders. “Careful,” he warned gently, steadying her shoulders. “I was careful,” she insisted. “You were not,” he corrected. She giggled. Just like that, his whole posture changed