“You realize if you have a girl, we’re going to have to have a marriage contract,” Lyric said.
“How cute would that be? It worked out for Maverick and Lily.”
Lyric grinned. “That’s so true. God, they’re so cute together.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t see Hawk when it first began. Apparently, he was a nervous wreck. So, maybe we don’t tell Doc we’ve made the pact.”
“My lips are sealed,” she promised, reaching for a notepad and pen. “Now, I have some ideas for your reception. Do you still want to have it here?”
“I’m kind of thinking we should do a small party here and a bigger one at the club. There could be a hundred people or more.”
“Are you worried about combining worlds?”
“Not really. All my friends already know Doc, but are you prepared to have over a hundred people in your gorgeous, million-dollar home?”
“Honey, it’s just a house.”
“If anything got broken, I’d feel horrible.”
She chuckled. “Well, are Doc and the guys going to be okay opening the barn up to strangers?”
“Yeah, they open it up for Christmas every year for the kids. It’s actually a great venue for a party.”
Lyric grinned. “Perfect. We’ll make it biker chic.”
Sterling started to fuss, so Lyric settled him at her breast and fed him before settling him in his bassinet to sleep. “He’ll probably be good for a few hours.”
“You don’t want him somewhere quiet?” I asked. The bassinet was in the family room, in a shaded, quiet spot, but still within sight.
“No, we decided we want him to get used to sleeping when it’s noisy. Doom said it worked wonders with Ezra. He’d sleep through anything, so I’m going to take his lead on this one.”
I smiled. “You’re a good woman, Lyric.”
“I didn’t say I was taking his lead on everything. Don’t go sainting me just yet.”
I chuckled and followed her into the kitchen just as our small group walked in from the back yard, Doom carrying a platter full of steaks. Willow, Quin, and their families arrived a few minutes later and we spent the next few minutes getting the kids settled with food.
“Auntie Liv?” Kinsey called from the table.
“Yeah?”
“I saved you a seat.”
“Aw, thanks, sweetie, I’ll be right there.” I grinned as Doc handed me a plate. “Sorry, honey, looks like you’re on your own.”
He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I guess I’ll just have to deal.”
I sat beside Kinsey and she spent the rest of our meal regaling me with all sorts of stories that her six-year-old mind came up with. I loved every second of it.
* * *
Doc
Islammed the gaveldown and called the special meeting to order, waving everyone to their seats. “Okay, calm the fuck down, everyone. Portland’s dealing with a shit ton of issues with the Spiders and it’s getting worse, so we need to talk strategy and figure out if there’s anything we can do from this end. I may send a couple of you out there for a few weeks as well, but that’ll be a last-resort type thing.”
“What’s goin’ on?” Badger asked.
“Doozer’s heart was delivered to the Burning Saints, wrapped in his cut.”
