Olivia
Iglanced around the room, confused but intrigued by Doc’s order for the officers’ women to join them for Church. He’d never done this before, so we were all a little surprised.
It had been two weeks since the blow-out with the Spiders’ and life had started to settle back to normal, at least, as normal as our life could be. Doc had left Sugar Bear, naked, chained to a tree on Tybee Island, then informed Dalton where he could be found. Dalton wasn’t happy that he had to haul ass to Tybee to retrieve him, but Doc didn’t want him anywhere near the barn again. At least, in an official capacity.
Doc and I had booked time with a realtor to see a few houses on Friday, one being right next door to Doom and Lyric, but it would need work, so Doc was hesitant to take on a renovation and twins. I pointed out that it was his fault we were in the twins mess, so I wanted him to keep an open mind. I’d ended up with a deliciously sore ass after multiple orgasms and vowed we’d be ‘discussing’ the house subject again. Soon.
“Any idea what these weirdos want?” Jasmine asked, and I chuckled.
“No clue.”
“I hate surprises,” she grumbled.
“I know,” I said, and squeezed her hand.
Doc, Alamo, Doom, Lyric, Badger and Quin walked in, followed by Dash and Willow, and each man sat beside their woman around the table. Jasmine gave Alamo a look of suspicion as he grinned, leaning down to kiss her quickly.
“Thanks for coming,” Doc said, setting a stack of boxes on the table with a grin. “These have been a long time coming, so today’s the day. Wait until everyone has their box before you open, okay?”
We were still totally confused, but nodded our agreement and Doc handed each one of us a box.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Patience,” he retorted.
“Fuck patience,” I said, and Doc laughed.
“Okay, open them.”
I opened my box and pulled out a leather cut, flipping it over to find the Dogs of Fire patch, along with a banner that read, ‘Property of Doc.’
Jasmine’s read, ‘Property of Alamo,’ and the rest of the women’s listed their men.
“I amnotwearing this,” Jasmine said.
I laughed. “Well, I love it. I’m totally gonna wear mine.”
“I belong to no man,” Quin said.
“Oh, you belong to me, baby,” Badger corrected. “No doubt about it.”
I slid mine on as the rest of the women decided whether or not they’d do the same, and I rose to my feet, sliding my arms around Doc’s waist. “I love it. Thank you.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “You’re welcome.”
“Can we party now?”
“Yeah, sweetness, we can party.” He addressed the group, “Time to drink.”
We filed out of the room and into the great room where most of the club was waiting, and I wore my cut proudly as we partied into the early morning.
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Olivia
About four months later...
Pain shot through my belly and I cried out, reaching for Doc. He wasn’t in bed. “Tristan?” I rasped. There was no answer, so I drew my knees up and tried to breathe through the obvious contraction.
