[Raleigh comes over to her, curling his arms around her in return. He's not lying when he says that she and Tyler mean more to him than the club. They do. Everything he does with the club, the deals he makes, the money he takes, the reputation he builds, it's all for them. To keep them safe and happy and none of it would mean anything to him if they weren't in his life.
Then again, he'd probably still be the VP and Chau would be alive if it weren't for Mako, wouldn't he?]
Sometimes. I want him to have a Harley but I'm not sure I can hand him a gun at the same time.
[ Mako knows better. Mako knows that their son will need both a Harley and a gun to live in this roughshod world, and she would have no problem giving it both to him. She's the one who makes the decisions when he can't; in his name and for the good of their family, and this isn't going to change.
She presses a kiss to the side of his mouth, knows all the sacrifices he makes, knows what a brutal man it's slowly but surely changing him into -- but Mako loves him all the same. He's her prince, her king, and she would follow where he goes. ]
That's where I come in. If we are to be trapped here in the end, our son will know how to use one.
[They're undeniably becoming a team, him and Mako. They are a force to be reckoned with together, where he might falter, she surges. And where she'll hesitate, Raleigh won't.
He draws her in close, looking over her shoulder at the crib where Tyler's sleeping right now for a moment.]
[ They are, and that's why they've always been so compatible since they'd first met, when she'd been Chau's woman instead of his. They are perfect complements of each other, even if they do have bumps and scrapes along the way, and they still fight.
She hugs him tight, kissing his neck and nuzzling against him with a soft, approving noise. ]
We can all hope. But he's a Becket, and your son. [ Mako smiles. ] He'll do well.
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Then again, he'd probably still be the VP and Chau would be alive if it weren't for Mako, wouldn't he?]
Sometimes. I want him to have a Harley but I'm not sure I can hand him a gun at the same time.
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She presses a kiss to the side of his mouth, knows all the sacrifices he makes, knows what a brutal man it's slowly but surely changing him into -- but Mako loves him all the same. He's her prince, her king, and she would follow where he goes. ]
That's where I come in. If we are to be trapped here in the end, our son will know how to use one.
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He draws her in close, looking over her shoulder at the crib where Tyler's sleeping right now for a moment.]
Still. I'd rather he never did.
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She hugs him tight, kissing his neck and nuzzling against him with a soft, approving noise. ]
We can all hope. But he's a Becket, and your son. [ Mako smiles. ] He'll do well.