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Folsom Prison Blues
A Bonus Scene from Clutch (Disciples’ Daughters #1)
by Drew Elyse
I looked at the clock and focused passed the headache beating between my ears and Levi’s constant cries. It was after three in the morning. Twenty-three hours since Levi last slept.
I loved my son, but goddamn. The little man needed to go the fuck to sleep. I was fucking exhausted and Cami was ready to break down. I could see that desperation in her eyes. Twice, I had tried to get her to lie down and get some rest. Twice, Levi had woken her up by screaming the fuckin’ house down.
The last month since Levi had been born wasn’t easy. Losing sleep was par for the course with a newborn in the house, but the shit we were dealing with that day was a whole new level.
He’d started that damn screaming again a few minutes ago, which was why I was headed back up to his room with a bottle of formula in my hand. With any luck, the warm stuff would finally knock him out so we could get some damn sleep.
Hell, I’d take just calming him enough for Cami to get a nap in. My girl was dead on her feet.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I realized the wailing cry Levi had perfected was turned down to a soft whimper. I was breathing out a sigh of relief when I turned in the doorway to his room and stopped.
“When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.”
Cami was singing. It was quiet, and husky since she hadn’t slept. It was slow and light like a lullaby, but there was no mistaking the words. Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash.
It was ridiculous. She was singing Johnny fucking Cash to our month-old son. And Levi? He was eating that shit up. The whimpers I’d heard on the way in were gone. He was staring up at her like she was an angel shot down from heaven to sing him to sleep.
I was thinkin’ he wasn’t wrong. Sitting in the rocking chair with Levi in her arms, her dark hair escaping the knot she had it in on the top of her head, looking worn out enough to pass out in an instant, Cami was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen.
She kept singing, starting the song over when she reached the end. I stood there in awe as Levi’s little eyes started closing. She’d done it. She’d actually gotten him to sleep.
While she settled him into his crib, I took off to our room. I abandoned the bottle I’d gotten on the dresser. It could wait to be cleaned until later. I had far more important shit to do. From within one of the drawers, I unearthed the box I’d hidden weeks ago.
Cami came in a minute later, her eyes fixed to the bed and moving like a zombie. I wanted to let her crash, and I would. There was just one piece of business first.
Her eyes came my way when I spoke and she shook her head. “It was the only thing I could think of,” she explained.
Christ, she was so fuckin’ cute.
“Folsom Prison Blues? The man sang a version of You Are My Sunshine,” I pointed out.
She just shrugged and pulled off the sweater she had on. “I don’t know. It was all I had. I know I’m not much of a singer, but I was desperate. It worked, didn’t it?”
It did work. And yeah, she wasn’t much of a singer, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that she’d sung the words—ridiculous words though they might have been for the situation—straight from her heart. That was what Levi had responded to. It wasn’t about how talented a singer she was, it was about that heart—the same heart Levi was already recognizing was the woman was his mom now, blood or not—turned into sound.
I walked over to my old lady and put my arms around her. “It was fucking incredible, darlin’.” She looked at me like I had a screw loose. “You love him, and you gave him that peace. He’s gotta feel as shit as we do having been up that long, and you finally got him to sleep.” I leaned in close and said against her sweet lips, “Fucking. Incredible.”
She lifted her head until her lips met mine, giving me a taste of that delicious mouth of hers. Fuck, the only thing I needed as much as sleep was to feast on my Cami. I loved my son to death, but the little man was a serious cock blocker.
Cami pressed in closer to me, keeping the kiss and pushing her tits into my chest. I wanted to take up the invitation she was giving, but I needed to focus.
Without taking my lips from hers, I headed into my pocket for the box I’d just grabbed. I opened and pulled out what was inside, throwing the box aside. I pulled back from Cami’s kiss and, without a word, I grabbed her left hand and slid the ring into place.
She stared down at the diamond solitaire, then lifted her wide eyes to me.
“I’m not getting down on one knee, darlin’,” I started. “I’m not asking, either. That weasely fucker that got his ring in that spot before might have done that shit, but I won’t. You already wear my patch, take the spot behind me on my bike. You’re raising my fuckin’ son with me. I’m not asking you to be mine because you already know damn well that you are. I’m telling you that I’m gonna marry you, give you my last name, make you a Baxter like Levi and me. We’re going to be a family. Yeah?”
I hadn’t planned a damn word of that, and it showed. Cami didn’t give me shit about it, though. She knew what kind of man she’d tied herself to, and she accepted me as I was.
So, my Cami, she looked up at me with her tired eyes and a big-ass smile and said one word.
Clutch (Savage Disciples MC #1)
Don’t miss the rest of the Disciples’ Daughters series:
Shift (Savage Disciples MC #2)
Engage (Savage Disciples MC #3)
Ignite (Savage Disciples MC #4)
Combust (Savage Disciples MC #5)
Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels.
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.
A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her fur babies Lola and Duncan.