Somehow my life has reached the point where I'm lying in bed with a beautiful little nymphet next to me and not only are we both fully clothed, we are watching Frozen.

Katie is sitting beside me, keeping her distance as if she's afraid of what might happen if our arms brush. Mind you, looking at her father, I'm not sure how much experience she even has with boys- let alone one like me.

Her beautiful giggles fill my ears as the talking fucking snowman makes some form of tame and childish joke.

"Are you ok Rogue?" Her little voice peeps up from slightly lower than my head. I smile subtly at the size difference and how much it turns me on as I turn my head to look down at her.

Her big eyes blink up at me with nerves and anxiety as she bites her lip with insecurity. I realise in this moment that her watching Disney films with me is an intimate thing, a private and potentially embarrassing thing, and I've been sitting like a stony faced bastard for the last half an hour.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I sigh deeply as she lifts her head down and looks up at me even more intently. "Are you ok, little Katie?"

I watch in mirth and glee as her little face blushes briefly before she shakes her head and turns away.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? You're little and your name is Katie. I see no problem in the name."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes adorably as she attempts to give me a bad look to tell me of her displeasure. What she doesn't realise is that her every attempt to look bad tempered makes her even more adorable and even more tempting.

"I'm not that little." She huffs and pouts, it takes every ounce of my limited self control not to kiss those plump lips.

"You are pretty little, little Katie." I tease as I through an arm behind my head as Katie scowls at me. When she attempts to get off the bed in a playful flounce, I dart forwards and grab her by her little waist and pull her back down.

She lets out a squeal before her eyes dart in fear at the prospect of waking up her father. We both fall silent as we listen for the sound of movement downstairs. Once we're sure nothing has changed we settle back down to watching the film with only one minor change, my arm is still wrapped around her waist.

When the credits for the film start, I reach over and shut the lid of the laptop to turn off the music. Even though the film is no longer playing, neither of us move. Katie has settled down to resting her head on my chest, I only hope she can't hear how hard and fast my heart is thudding beneath her chubby cheek.

I've never felt nerves like this before. I'm a fucking biker, I've spent the last two years drunk and balls deep in as many girls as I wanted... and yet here I am watching Disney films curled up on the bed of a girl who's father would kill me just for being in here. But I know it's worth the risk.

"Katie?" I murmur and she hums sleepily against my body.

"I should probably go, if your dad catches me he'll kill me."

"Hmmmm..." she hums again and I glance down at her. She's so close to sleep that her breathing has slowed down and her eyes are peacefully relaxed.

I sigh and decide to wait a few minutes before moving her, she's not deep enough sleep for me to leave without her knowing.

Leaning over, I find a fluffy blanket on the floor and I lift it up to cover her sleepy form. She's still not well, I can tell from her snuffled breathing that she's got a blocked nose- I need to keep her warm.

My thoughts drift away in my mind and before I know it I'm being shaken awake by a panic stricken Katie. Then I hear the knocking at the door.

"Shit." I whisper and my eyes dart around the room looking for a place to hide. I jump in surprise as I see daylight streaming through the curtains.

"There!" Katie points in a hushed whisper towards the wardrobe. I nod and scramble into the door silently cursing as I cramp my large frame into the small space.

"Hi dad," I hear Katie exhale breathily as the door is opened.

"Hi monkey, I'm just telling you I'm leaving for work now, ok?"

"Uhhuh, that's fine dad."

There are a few moments of silence when I assume they are embracing, she seems like that sort of girl, and then I hear the door close again. Still I don't move from the uncomfortable place in the closet, it's not worth the risk to move until her father has left the house.

Katie must know it too because I can hear her moving about in her room and bathroom, but she doesn't move to give me the all clear.

Finally, I hear the front door slam shut and I burst my way out of the closet. I find Katie standing before me looking flushed and guilty.

"Sorry Rogue, he just appeared at the door."

"It's fine little Katie, I didn't mean to fall asleep then either."

"I'm still sorry." She apologises sheepishly as I stretch out my cramped muscles.

"Well, at least you weren't the only one awake in the house."

We chuckle together as we walk down stairs, I wait at the door for Katie to say goodbye to me but I can tell she's pulled towards the kitchen.

"Can I cook for you?" She asks in that delightfully soft little voice of hers.

I glance at the door, hopefully hiding my nerves at the idea of her father returning. I'm embarrassed to say that I'm frightened of her father... and that I miss mine.

"Uhhhh, I'm not sure darlin' if your father catches me I'm toast."

Katie frowns disappointedly and I immediately feel shit, to make her smile, I'll eat her food and risk getting killed by an enraged father.

I sit at the kitchen counter after Katie's stern direction that I was 'not to help' her. Watching her flit about the kitchen feels like a privilege and when she hands me a heaped plate of French toast I know she is a special little being.

I look down at the plate and a pant of guilt hits me. My mother would always cook me this when I was ill or sad, I haven't had it in years. I pushed her away. I pushed them all alway and now all I want is her French toast in front of me, or her hug.

"I'm sorry," I stagger up from the stool and swiftly head to the front door.

"Rogue?" Katie calls out after me in confusion and upset.

"I have to go, I'm sorry."

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I sit down on my bed after making sure the door is firmly locked. It's time to call my mother, I've chickened out a few times but now I know I have to do this.

The phone dials only once before it is picked up.

"Lee," my mother's voice fills the phone and my heart.

"Hi mum," I feel my voice cracking with emotion, it's been almost two months since I've called her and now I almost regret leaving.

"Oh we've missed you so much my baby boy. All of us."

I scoff to try and keep my emotions in check. "All of you?" I question, "Even Eira?"

"Of course, we all want you back. Your father feels terrible and Eira, well she's still pissed at you."

"Mum!" I exclaim at her language but she just laughs. I can almost imagine her waving away my surprise.

"When are you coming home my baby?"

"Uhhh, I don't know mum. I'm happy here, I think."

"Oh..." I can feel the pain in my mother's voice and I feel so guilty.

"Mum it's... it's not like that..."

"I'm so sorry Lee. I'm so sorry that we failed you."

"You didn't mum-"

"We did, otherwise you wouldn't have left us."

"Mum, I thought I left because of Eira, because I lost. But the truth is, I lost myself before then and all you ever did was love me... but now I need to find my own life."

"Oh Lee," my mother exhales heavily, "I understand my baby, but please come back to us soon."

I sigh shake my head. The truth is I do want to go home, but I want to go home as Rogue, not Liam the president's son. Eira earned her place as president's heir and now I need to earn my own place amongst the club.

"I will mum, I can't wait to come home. I just need to find myself first."

"I know you do honey, we love you baby."

"Mummm." I groan and she chuckles down the phone.

"I'm not hanging up until you say it Liam."

"I love you too mum."

"Bye honey, call soon."

"I will mum, I'll call soon. Tell dad I called..." I pause for a moment before making the choice I know to be true, "and Eira."