I'm an independent woman who likes to do things my way, but I can compromise when the need arises. I was selfish and never told my son's father that he had a son. I went away to have our son as I didn't think I was good enough for Morris. I was from the wrong side of town. Boundaries that disappeared over time in our community though. Still though with me coming back to town got the old biddies talking and gossiping. When I did see Morris he had moved on already and was happily married expecting his first child. That hurt and I cried about it for days. It was my own fault though as I should have told him right away. I can be a formidable mother protecting my son from the bigotry of being fatherless. With my father a member of the Wild Wolves MC they always had my back, and took Blaine in right away accepting him. I appreciated all of them for what they have done for me over the years, and I've tried to return the favor. I worked my way through college and became an independent business woman making my own way in the world. Trying not to rely on others.

[smear:#e64219]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e619a4:0]
1)Nature-Focused: Preferring natural resources over artificial ones; being strongly attuned to nature.
2)Wholesome: Being of high moral fiber; having a good influence on others.
3)Whimsical: Fancifully spontaneous; giving in to humorous or imaginative impulsiveness.
4)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.

[smear:#e619a4]Negative Traits:[/smear:#e64219:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
3)Vindictive: Daydreaming about ways to make the other party pay.
4)Mischievous: Getting oneself and others into frequent trouble.
5)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
6)Resentful: Reliving the past; picking at old wounds.

I was born here in Big Sky and loved it. I was four when my mom took off with another man never looking back. When I'd ask about her my dad would tell me he had no idea where she was that he never had any contact with her after she left him. I was around seven when he remarried to Maggie. I loved her and she loved me. I didn't even remember what my own mother looked like. Two years later she had my baby brother Nathan when I was nine. Unfortunately she died in childbirth leaving dad heartbroken. The old Ladies of the club were right there to help though. He never remarried again after losing Maggie. He said he was out of luck with women.

I had learned to ride on a mini bike same as my friends when I was younger, graduating to a dirt bike and Motocross. Now that was fun especially when I'd soar through the air on my bike. The landing might have been bumpy but it was worth it when it would put me in the lead. It was fun lording it over the boys my age that I had beat them.

We weren't poor by any means, but I got a part time job when I turned fourteen to start saving for my bike. I had tried sports, but sitting on the bench cause my name wasn't the right one I gave up. I stuck with Motocross and working part time. By the time I was sixteen I had earned half the money for the bike I wanted. Dad wouldn't take my money though he told me to put it in savings for a rainy day. I didn't really know what he meant, but I did what he requested. So it sits in the bank in a savings with more added to it every month from my paychecks. I keep enough in my checking to pay for gas and whatever I need for school and other things. To go to the movies or shopping once in a great while with my friens.

My junior year Morris Delancey asked me out, and I was on cloud nine. He was so dreamy. We dated through junior year and into our senior year. It was around Christmas when I realized I was pregnant. Finally breaking the news. I had kept my dating Morris secret from him since we lived on the wrong side of town, and his dad was a prominent business man. Dad asked who the father was, and I refused to tell him not wanting him to hurt Morris. We got into an argument, and with gossip already starting up he sent me to his parents in Billings. Telling me I needed to give the baby up for adoption to give him a better life. That pissed me off, but I was going to do as he bid until that baby was laid in my arms and my heart was his. My grandparents weren't happy that I decided to keep Blaine as I named him. They hadn't been happy about me being pregnant either.

I moved out moving in with a couple of older girls that I had made friends with going to school here during my pregnancy. Dad showed up when Blaine was about four months old telling me it was time to come home. I refused to go without Blaine. When he asked to hold him I was scared to let him. Afraid of what he would do to him, but I finally put him in his arms, and he's been wrapped around Blaine's little finger ever since. I packed my bag and let dad take us home.

Blaine was around two when I thought it was time that I should tell Morris about our son. I looked him up finding him working in his families furniture store. He had moved on that was for sure. He was married, and had started a family of his own. I heard a few years later that his wife had been shot, and they'd saved the baby. Unfortunately Alex his wife had died. The next time I thought to tell him he was getting married to his current wife and starting a family with her. I gave up then even though I knew I shouldn't. It drove a stake into my heart every time I lost the chance.

I got into a relationship with a guy when Blaine was around four. After getting knocked around a few times dad saw the bruises, and put him in the hospital. He left town shortly after that. I was just glad I had never brought him around Blaine. My little brother Nathan had taken right to being a good uncle when I brought Blaine home too. He absolutely adored him. I didn't lack for a babysitter when I decided to go back to college. All the old Ladies volunteered as they loved Blaine. He ended up with Carmelita Falcon mainly though as I adored the woman who had a lot of love to give. It was the best thing for him and he flourished going there becoming more outgoing and making the best of friends.

Growing up I had always loved taking pictures of everything. I was actually quite good so I went to college and got a degree. I had saved up enough money over the years that I was able to open up my own photography studio. I loved every minute of it. Able to schedule around Blaine's activities over the years was a blessing. I had people calling from other towns wanting sessions with me after seeing other photos I had taken over the years. One of my favorite things to do was to go to all the sporting events in junior high and high school taking pictures of the games. At the beginning of the school year I would get group photos of them and individual ones putting them online after I would add some really awesome backgrounds and their names and the sport on them. Parents loved them and so did the kids. I never charged for them as my business was booming.

My brother Nathan joined the military when he turned eighteen. I didn't like it, but it wasn't my choice and I cried saying goodbye to him when he left for basic training. He was missing out on some of his prospecting time while there, but they didn't take it off, and he was voted in with the other prospects when they turned nineteen. A few years later he married Emily and started a family with her.

Time flies by when you least expect it. I couldn't believe it when Blaine was already a senior. I spent a lot of time with him taking his senior pictures relishing every moment of it. My favorite session was of him and dad with their Harleys. Riding them and in front of the clubhouse posing for the picture in various positions. Blaine got Prom king that year with his adorable girlfriend Abby, who was the queen, that I loved like a daughter already.

There were a couple of guys in the MC that weren't married that I had a little fun with over the years. Always no strings attached, and we made it work having fun. They loved Blaine and treated him good, still I never brought either of them around the house. Dad asked why I didn't pick one of them and settle down that they were good guys, but my heart still belonged to Morris. Which I couldn't tell him that either.

Four years ago Blaine came by the studio crying. Abby had brought him, and I knew something was wrong. Dad had gone down on his bike not seeing the black ice that hadn't been treated. He was pronounced dead at the scene of the accident. I'd screamed out and didn't want to believe it as Blaine held me to him sobbing. When I had left Dad that morning he'd been excited waiting on word from Nathan of the birth of his second child. A call that was discovered to have been made around the time of his death. A voice mail that was never gotten by him and one I left alone never listening to it. Having seen the call was from Nathan I knew what it said.

Life went on, but the grief lingered. I went through denial for quite awhile. Blaine finally talked me into going back to work. The years have passed, and I feel like I'm growing weak. Blaine is engaged to Abby, and I can't wait for that wedding! Then I got the call that Nathan had been killed in action. The club and the old ladies were there for both Blaine and I getting us through it. Thank god for Abby. Emily moved back, and moved in with me in dad's house. I loved having her and the kids there. She's the one who talked me into going to the doctor when I passed out one day. I went to my regular doctor. Dr Kayla Garard who was Abby's older sister. The diagnosis wasn't good. I had stage four brain cancer. I had been forgetting little things, and felt like I was going crazy some days.

The worst was when I told Blaine. He sobbed like a baby, and we held one another for quite awhile. I refused treatment for the cancer as there was a chance it could make it worse. My greatest wish was to see Blaine and Abby married and happy. I'd love to be around to meet my grandchildren when they started having them, but I didn't know if that would be possible. It was time for me to tell Morris too about our son. He would only have Emily and the kids left when I passed on. So that is going to be a top priority in the coming days. One that I am dreading, but it's past time. Blaine deserves to know his father, and Morris to know his son. Blaine is already friends with Morris's kids with Morris's son in the MC and his eldest daughter is in Blaine's group of friends. I just hope everything works out.