3rd Person POV:

It's been seveteen days since Mac went into a coma. It's been seventeen days since the guys have tortured every Viper they caught that night. All were dead except for two. That is, if the Viper's got to them in time. If not, then all of them were dead. Nine Viper's along with Tank were brought at the towns' line. Draven has been sitting beside Mac's bed every single day waiting, hoping, and praying she'd wake up. Even though she was safe, he felt the need to still be in her room to protect her. She's always been the rare gem you find in a lifetime. She's been his soulmate that he tried to deny. He would kill to protect her or he would die trying. Both sets of grandparents, Draven, her three brothers, and her best friends have been taking care of Everleigh and Blade. Even Gunner, Gears, and Axel have been watching them when everyone's busy. Draven felt Mac's hand twitch, when he looked over at her; her eyes were still closed. However, her hand twitched again. Before he could speak Eve and Blade came bursting into the room with Dawson and Dylan. They both started to tell their sleeping mother about their day.

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Mac's POV:

I can hear the sound of my children talking and each time they spoke; I wanted to open my eyes so badly. After a few moment both of them start to talking at the same time like they always have done. Especially when they're excited. If it would have been anyone else, it would be hard for them to understand those two. Since I birth these two, I can understand them clearly. My eyes snap open when I hear Blade's words.

The fuck did my son just say?

"Hey Mummy, Auntie Rylee let me paint. Blade put paint in my hair though." Eve says.

"Unc Kai let me on his fast sport bike. He did a wheelie mum!" Blade says excitedly.

I open my mouth and begin scream except I sound like Kermit the frog and his croaking instead of my normal sweet mellow voice.

"Kaiser Lee Archer!"

All heads turn to me with golf ball sized eyes. Kaiser isn't in the room but Dylan has decided to be an amazing younger brother to go fetch him. Probably so he could feel the wrath of his now awake and very pissed off sister.

"Honeys I'm hom........ Holy shit you're awake." Kaiser squeals.

"And you're so fucking dead!" My voice is so raspy. Draven hands me water and I chug it. The water has soothes my irritated throat.

"What did I do?" Kaiser whines with his hands up in surrender waving his imaginary white flag.

"You put my son on your fastest fucking bike! You did a fucking wheelie with my child on your bike!" I yell. This has everyone in fits of laughter except Kaiser. I  turn my head towards Draven and gives him the most evil glare I could muster.

"You're not off the hook either! You let him do that with our son on that damn thing!" I growl out.

"Glad you see you're awake babe." Draven answers me with a smile, avoiding my glare. This causes the Dawson to crack up, so I pick up what I'm assuming is Draven's water bottle and hurl it at Dawson. All you can hear in the room is the bottle hitting Dawson upside his big head.

"Ouch!!! What the hell Mac?" Dawson whines.

"How long has I've been asleep?" I ask.

"That's all you have to say after you hit me with a flucking water bottle!" Dawson yells.

"Asleep?" Dylan asks.

"Bitch, you been in a damn coma!" Kaiser screeches.

"What?" I sound so confused.

A coma?

"You been in a coma for seventeen days sweetheart." Draven mumbles.

"What the... How the...." I can't form a single sentence. Newt comes in and sees I'm awake. He has the biggest smile plastered on his face.

"I knew you would wake up today. I just knew it." Newt exclaims with excitement. After his examination is over, he has determined that I am okay to leave the medical side of the clubhouse. It has decided I would be sleeping in Draven's room in this place.....

Lucky me.

We begin to head towards the rooms, when he stops me from going up the stairs. I give him a puzzled look and he just shakes his head.

"I moved downstairs." Draven finally speaks.

"Why? That has been your room since we were kids." I question him.

"Because I knew whenever you would wake up that you couldn't make it up these stairs. Plus, the one down here has two conjoining rooms for the children. Didn't want them to get hurt going up and down the stairs." Draven replies

I have tears welling in my eyes at how much he's adapting to being a father. They have to be near him at all times when he isn't too busy, especially at night.

"Thank you. However, you let Kaiser do a bloody wheelie with our son on it!" I grumble out. I slap him in the back of his head as I walk past him.

"In my defense I wasn't with him. I was in the room sitting beside you every day. The evenings were when I had them. That's all Kaiser. When I found out about it, I warned him you would kill him when you woke up." Draven says as he waves his hands in the air as he explains his side.

I finally make it to the bed and sit up. Draven turns the T.V on for me and hands the remote over.

"I'm going to get you some food. Please relax and don't move until I come back." He says as he opens the door. I nod my head and begin to watch some crime documentaries. An hour later Draven and our two minions come in with a kitchen cart. Draven pulls out a raised bed food tray and places it over me. The children run into their rooms to do God knows what. Which happens to leave Draven and I alone.

"Tacos with pepper jack cheese, tomatoes, sour cream, onions, and salsa. Junkyard nachos with extra cheese and jalapeños and some sweet tea." He says naming off every item.

"How did you remember my favorite things, like down to exactly how I have to have them?" I ask stunned. I begin to eat like I haven't ate in years. I'm halfway done with my food when he finally amswers.

"We were best friends since before we could talk. I think I should remember your favorites. Like how you hate orange juice, but you love to eat oranges. I'll never understand that one. How you got the butterfly tattoo on your as...... Bum cheek because it's the only place you could think of so your parents would not kill you. How you read romance novels and how you yell at the T.V when you watch horror movies. How you're ticklish on the left side of your body but not the right. You notice these things about people who you love. You'll remember every detail about anyone you truly love."

I drop my nacho on my plate and stare up at him. I tap beside me on the bed so he could sit with me. He does exactly what my actions asked for. I move the food tray off me and he quickly moves it off the bed and onto the side table. I turn to face finally face him.

"Do you love me? Like love love me? Like......" I start to question.

Before I could finish my question, he interrupts me by places his lips on mine. I grab his face to keep his head in the exact same place. He bites my bottom lip asking for entrance and I let him have it. Moments later he slowly pulls his face away.

"I always have loved you, Mac. Since we were kids. Since the day you punched me in the nose for stealing your taco. I have loved you for almost 20 years. I started to love you more every day. What I am saying McKenzie. Is.....  I might have loved you for 20 year.... But I have been in love with you since we were 13." He answers.

I don't know what comes over me, but I smash my lips onto his with so much force. That is until we hear a cough. Turning around we saw both our families standing at the doorway. Everleigh and Blade has come out of their rooms at the exact time we kissed.

"Protection my dude. Protection." Kaiser says

"That's how these two came along." Dawson jokes.

"Fina-FUCKING-ly!!" Dylan screams.

"Mummy and Daddy are love birds?" Eve asks. My face turns red because this is precisely how those two came along.

"If your mom lets us be love birds and be a complete family" Draven answers our daughter. All I could do is nod my head yes and throw my arms around Draven's neck.

How can you tell the love of your life no?

I couldn't.