“You came,” Lyric whispered, smiling brightly up at me.
“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late.” I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “He’s perfect.”
“Do you want to hold him?”
“I’ll wait until he’s awake.”
“Okay. Go get some food. There are lemon drop supplies in the kitchen. Make yourself at home.”
“Okay, honey,” I said and made my way into the kitchen.
“The guys took care of the stroller,” Jasmine said, handing me a lemon drop.
“Thank you.” I took a sip and let out a sigh. “You know, I love these way too much.”
She chuckled. “You only live once, right?”
“Depends on who you ask.”
“Who wants a daquiri?” Quin asked, dumping raspberries into the blender, followed by a generous pour of rum.
“I’ll take one,” Willow said.
“Me, please,” Quin’s daughter, Kinsey, said.
Quin chuckled. “Virgin daquiri, coming right up, munchkin.”
Jasmine covered Kinsey’s ears and whispered, “I’d like the whore daquiri, please.”
“On it,” Quin said with a grin.
“Where are the rest of the kids?” I asked.
“Dash has Alfie, Mo has Baz,” Jasmine said.
“I’d imagine Xavier’s wherever Badger is,” Quin said.
Willow and Dash’s daughter’s name was River Alfred, in honor of Willow’s deceased father, but they’d called her Alfie ever since she was born. She was almost five now, and Alamo and Jasmine’s son, Sebastian, was about two. Quin and Badger’s second child, Xavier was also about two now, and was rarely out of Badger’s sight.
For the next three hours, I ate, I drank, and I communed with my sisterhood. It was exactly what I needed, and I was so grateful Jasmine had forced me out of my dark hole.
“We should get Baz home,” Jasmine said at close to ten. “You ready?”
“You go. I’m going to help clean up. I’ll grab an Uber.”
“One of the recruits’ll drive you home,” Doom offered.
“Okay, buddy, thanks,” I said.
“Thanks for stickin’ around to clean,” he said with a grin.
As bikers and their women and children filed out of the house, I worked with a few of the stragglers to clear away dishes, wipe surfaces down, and put furniture back in its place.
I was feeling somewhat in the zone. Totally relaxed and settled...well, until Doc decided it would be a good idea to bring a cunt hole, whore bag, slut butt, bitch into my sphere of influence.
“Damn it,” Doc said as he walked into the kitchen and stalled. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”
“Hi, Liv,” Linda said.
