Falling For The Biker

Sierra's POV

With a sigh, I shut the truck of my car and footsteps approaching made me turn around. It was my lawyer. I smiled as he approached. "Good day, Miss Sierra," he greeted on getting to me.

"Hi, Mr. Richard," my smile widened.

"Mum, I found it!" Elvis yelled as he ran out, staring at his action figure.

He raised his head and smiled at Mr. Richard. "Hi" he greeted, and hugged me.

"I found it" he waved his action figure once more, and I nodded.

"Go place it in your bag. Stay in the car, okay? I'll be there in a moment," I said, and he hummed, quickly getting in.

My little boy was eight years old and even though he does not completely understand what has been happening for the past few months, he understood the basics. However, I didn't want him in the conversation I was about to have with Mr. Richard.

"I have the documents here. You are officially divorced," he said with a small smile as he handed over the document.

I briefly opened and read what was needed. Sincerely, from the moment I signed the divorce papers, I saw myself as divorced. "Thank you. I appreciate all you've done for me so far," I said, genuinely.

The divorce proceedings were not as easy as I had expected, and I was glad to have a good lawyer at my side for a much lesser fee. "It was not a problem. I'm glad to know you are out of his home," he said, and I could only manage a small smile.

He took a peek at the inside of the car. "It seems you are traveling," he pointed out.

I nodded. "It's the holidays, so I need to pay my family a visit," I said.

It has been so long since I went over. How long has it been? So long that I cannot even count.

"Will you be back?" he asked, a frown on his face.

I glanced at the car as I thought for a second before giving an answer. "I don't know. Big cities aren't one of my best suit, but there are a lot of opportunities here. I might be back, but it solely depends on what happens while I'm away," I said.

I grew up in a small village. It was not overly noisy. Maybe it attributed to my introverted lifestyle, but it was much more cozy than the big cities, with tall buildings, fancy cars and full of hypocritical people. It can be hard living here.

In a way, I thought I would get used to the change. Different from what I was used to, but even after nine years, I was unable to get used to it. Felt out of place and, worse, made to feel ten times worse by someone who was to back me up.

A part of me didn't want to be back. I wanted to be far away from this place and the terrible memories that were filled in it. It could be childish from what I've been told a billion times in a roll, but it didn't change how I felt.

Maybe when I got there, I would feel different or worse. Possibly, want to come back here. No one knew, not even myself, but I was ready to leave and test out what I had wished for years. If it failed, so be it.

"You cannot run away from him, you know that, right?" Richard said.

I shook my head. "I'm not trying to run away," I said, then exhaled.

Richard nodded. "Call me when you get there, though," he said and gave me a hug.

I stiffened but relaxed seconds later, giving him a light tap on the back. Richard has been a friend of mine since I came to this city. Elvis's father never really liked him. Mostly because he could tell Richard had feelings for me.

I had never addressed it more than I should and did not see the need to. Maybe I was frightful or just cowardly, but once was enough to clarify my position of feelings for him. Richard was a good-looking man and nice too, but I didn't see a future with him.

He moved away, and I smiled before getting into the car, tossing the document in the back seat. I helped strap my son's seat belt before I started the engine. Richard waved at me as I slowly got out of the packing space and soon on the road.

The memories I had of my village were still clear in my mind, but I wondered if it would be the same after all these years. Even the city changed after a few years. The same would go for the village, right?

I didn't mind that, but I wasn't sure how to feel about it. The ride back to the village was a seven-hour ride without traffic, but during this time of the year, I doubted that would be so. However, I plan to stop at a hotel just before nightfall and resume tomorrow.

I occasionally looked through the rearview mirror to check on Elvis, who was enjoying himself on a game. "Mum, I'm hungry, and my snacks are finished," he pouted.

"We'll soon get to the hotel, and I'll get you some food," I told him.

Soon, I pulled up to the hotel. Our only stop until we got to the village. Elvis had never been to the village, and I could only hope he would like it. Once we checked into the hotel, I checked out the room before heading to the restaurant to get Elvis some food.

He kept stuffing his face with the food, causing me to smile, shaking my head. "You love it, don't you?" I asked.

He hummed. "It's so delicious," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, eat slowly, so you don't choke," I said, before diving into my food.

Minutes later, we were back in our room and ready to head to bed. Elvis quickly fell asleep, which was normal whenever he had his stomach full to his satisfaction. I, on the other hand, could not. The next morning, I could only cover my dark circles with makeup and give a bright smile to my son.

Out of everything that has happened this year, I was glad to have my son, bubbly and excited to visit his grandparents. Hours on the road and finally, I saw the ski resort, indicating how close I was to the border of my small village, but instead of excitement, my heart raced with fear, threatening to fall off my chest.

Sierra's POV

I held on the steering wheel tighter, trying to calm my nerves. For years, I had not been here. Not even during the holidays while being married. I had forgotten about the possibility of the gossips that would spread around the village in seconds if they came to know of my arrival in the village.

Willow Creek was really small. Whatever got in the ears of anyone would eventually get into the ears of every single person in it. Would they judge me for not visiting all this while? Would they make my son feel left out?

I shook my head, trying to shove that thought to the side. "Mum, that's really huge," Elvis commented with his eyes wide, staring at the ski resort we slowly passed by.

I nodded. "It is"

I stared at it briefly before taking my eyes back on the road. The ski resort, from what I could see, was mostly the same, with a little touch to it. And my village...

Once we crossed the border, the adrenaline of home hit me like never before. Passing by the bakery with its fine scent, the local shops with customers I could recognize from my childhood, and the houses that are lined up and decorated in relation to the festive celebration.

A few people stood outside, touching up their decorations and a few taking in the evening sun. Driving down the streets, their eyes were fully on us. They could not see us, but I could see the curiosity on their faces to know who was joining them this year for Christmas. There were other cars behind and before us, but I'm guessing they knew who those people were and not me.

I haven't been here in a while, and so I did not blame them for it. Soon, my parents' house came into view. It was as magnificent as I remembered. My mother's flowers were scattered around the lawn mixed with the Christmas trees and decorations. The front door open at the sound of the car driving into the garage.

My brother bore a wide smile at the sight of me. "Mum, Sierra is home!" he yelled.

I got down and helped Elvis out of his seatbelt. Quickly, he ran to Jackson. "I missed you too, little man" he ruffled his hair.

"Sierra?" my mother's soft voice reached my ears before she came to view.

"Mum," I called, rushing over and giving her a big hug.

Her lavender scent hit my nostrils, and I sank in deeper into her shoulder. She smelt like home. My eyes stung for a moment, tears threatening to fall, but I held it back. "Rea" my father called.

I hugged him, feeling his protection all over me. He placed a kiss on my forehead, sealing the calmness I felt soak into me. "Hey, Dad, what happened to Riri?" Jackson teased.

We all chuckled. It was his little way of saying he didn't like the emotions rolling around. "She is grown, Jack. Riri would make her look six again," Dad humoured him.

"I don't mind," I commented.

I didn't need that much change. I might be twenty-six, but that name struck something inside of me. A part of me I had missed for a long time, and so I would take it. "Really? Okay" Dad said.

"Grandma, Granddad" Elvis ran to them, hugging them the much he could.

"Hey pumpkin," Mum pinched his puffy cheeks and Dad ruffled his hair.

"Come, come. I made some cookies for you," she added, leading him into the house.

"Come here, little sis," Jackson said as he hugged me.

I felt his lips on my head and I chuckled. "What happened to-"

Before I could finish, he ruffled my hair, and I chuckled. "Should have seen that coming," I commented.

He shrugged. "I love you, but ruffles are a necessity," he said, making me smile.

"Come. I'll help with your bags later," he added, leading into the house.

Mum has just baked her favorite cookies. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla enveloped the room. Mum's cookies were so tasty that it became everyone's favorite. Elvis was already munching down the many cookies Mum served him.

My parents stared in delight at their little grandchild. "And where is ours?" Jackson said.

"Go get yourself some from the kitchen," Mum waved him away.

"Riri, here," Dad said, bringing a cookie to my mouth.

The taste exploded in my mouth. I could never hate this cookie, but it tasted a little different, though. "Changed your recipe?" I asked, taking the rest of the cookie from my dad.

"Yes, I've been experimenting," Mum replied.

"Fortunately, she didn't kill us," Jackson commented, stepping out of the kitchen with a plate of cookies.

"When I said get yourself some, I didn't mean half of it," Mum said.

Jackson shrugged. "I eat on my own, I take half," he said, and I could not help but laugh.

Jackson and Mum always have their little banter when it came to food. "It's slowly turning dark. Jackson, help your sister with her bags," Dad said.

"I will take Elvis to his room," Mum said with a smile.

"Bye Mum," Elvis waved at me as Mum led him away.

I knew how excited he was being here. Since he was born, he had only come to know them through voice and video calls and never in person. He had always requested to visit during the holidays, but I always made up an excuse to prevent that.

When I finally told him, we would come here for the holidays, he could not stop jumping around. For the first two nights of the information, he barely slept like we were going there soon. "I'll handle the boxes. You don't have to worry," Jackson said, wiping his lips with a napkin.

"Sure?" I asked.

"I haven't seen my little sis in years. Of course, I will be more than okay to help her with her boxes," he said, and I nodded.

"Thank you," I appreciated, then headed up the stairs, towards my old room.

Stepping into the room, I was both shocked and thrilled to find that everything was still the same. From the posters and drawings, even my ice skates were still intact. I'm sure Mum must have tended to it a little more than other rooms.

I walked over to the window. The moon was slowly peeking out. My only wish right now was a simple holiday with my family and my son. "Mum!" Elvis called out.

Sierra's POV

I turned to the door as my son rushed in with a big smile that spread across his face. "Mum, my room is huge," his eyes widened at the last word.

I chuckled. "Really?" I asked.

"Come see." he grabbed my hand, leading me to his room.

We got into his room, which was just beside mine. It was indeed huge. From the bed to the ceiling and the spacing, everything screamed extravagance. There were furniture I could tell was handmade by my dad because I had a lot of those while growing up. There were tons of action figures all around like some trophy.

Mum and dad had asked to know what Elvis liked to decorate his room one month prior. They put a lot of effort into it. "Do you like it?" I asked my little boy with a smile.

He nodded. "It's big and so beautiful. Thanks, Granddad" he hugged my father, who stepped into the room with a big blanket.

Dad smiled, ruffling his hair. "This would be perfect for your bed," he said, and handed it over to my mother, who placed it on the bed.

"Do you like it?" Dad asked.

I looked around briefly. "He does, and I do too," I replied.

***

I turned to the side of my bed, placing my hand on the back of my palm before slowly opening my eyes to meet the sunrise. I took in it's beauty like I always did. It could never get old. Years ago, I had moved my bed just so I would be able to see the sun rise first thing in the morning.

It was as beautiful as always. How long has it been since I set my eyes on it? A knock came at the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. I slowly got out of bed, still feeling drowsy. I unlocked and flung the door open to my brother, staring at me with a smile.

"Breakfast is ready," he said, staring at my hair.

I didn't need to ask why. I always look like I fell into the gutters early in the morning. My hair always took it personal. "Yeah, I'll be down in a sec," I said, and he nodded before leaving.

I carried out my morning routine, and soon I was down the stairs and seated at the dining table, serving myself. "Have some broccoli, Elvis," I said, placing one on his plate.

He frowned. "I don't want one," he said with a pout.

I was about to speak when Mum cut through. "Let him. It's the holidays, and he is with his grandparents so he can have anything he wants," she said. "Isn't that right, Elvis?" she added, pinching his cheeks.

Elvis hummed with a smile. "You want to spoil him" I said, shaking my head.

We ate in silence for a moment. It was nice having family around. "I and Elvis will be going fishing after breakfast," Dad said, breaking the silence.

"I'm going to catch a huge fish and feed it to mummy," Elvis said excitedly.

"I'll help you cook it the right way," Mum said.

"Be careful though," I said, stuffing my mouth with more food.

"I'll be heading out with my friend for our book club meeting," Mum said.

"And I'll be heading out with my friends to the racetrack to check it out," Jackson informed us. "Have anywhere you're going to, today, sis?" he asked.

I had not thought of going anywhere today. A part of me wanted to take a little walk around the village, but I quickly changed my mind once I stepped into the bathroom. The thought sent dread inside of me. "No, I'll stay home. Maybe read a book," I said.

Mum and Dad exchanged looks, but they said nothing. I was more than happy for that. I knew they had loads of questions and concerns regarding my divorce, but I was glad they had not brought it up or asked. I was not ready to talk about it. It's been months since our separation, but I have felt lost and worse than myself.

Explaining it felt hard. Fortunately, my family was not pushing it. We all cleared the table after breakfast and the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said, already heading for the door.

I looked through the peephole, but all I could see was the person's hair. On opening the door, a gust of cold air hit my skin, carrying with it the scent of winter and fuck, something else. My eyes widened at the sight of the man who stood on the porch before me.

Would it be crazy to say he was the most stunning man I have ever laid my eyes on? His chiseled and muscular features, piercing blue eyes and chiseled jawline made my heart skip a beat. His russet hair was perfectly messy, if that was the right word for it. And his smile... oh, his smile was nothing short of angelic.

I forgot how to breathe as he broadened his smile. It felt like a sin to even look at it. For a moment, it felt like time stopped, and all that existed was this man. Was anyone even allowed to be this good-looking?

He took out his hand for a handshake, his smile unwavering. "Hi, I'm-"

His voice was nothing short from what I expected, but the moment our hands connected, a jolt of electricity rushed through my body.