I grinned. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I was actually the only one not pregnant, currently. Jasmine had given birth to a gorgeous little girl and gotten pregnant again less than six months later, so she was dealing with Sebastian, Chance (coolest little girl name, in my opinion), and morning sickness. Luckily, Alamo was an incredible partner and took on most of the physically taxing work.
Both Quin and Willow had gotten pregnant within weeks of each other, so, Lyric was scheduled to deliver first, followed by Jasmine, then Quin or Willow. Quin had informed Badger, and everyone, that she was getting her tubes tied because she was convinced that even if Badger got snipped, his bionic sperm would still get through.
Doc and I had decided to purchase the home next to Doom and Lyric’s, and Doom’s father, Sterling, had just finished the renovation. We’d moved in less than a month ago and I loved our home. It was huge, with six bedrooms and six and a half bathrooms, two living rooms, and a gigantic eat-in kitchen, complete with the original fireplace where they used to cook, so it was three times the size of modern fireplaces.
It also had a carriage house that the previous owners had used as a man cave, so Doc converted half of it into a makeshift clinic, keeping the other half as his own man cave. He and Doom had put a gate in the fence between our homes, so we were constantly going back and forth between the two.
Even with the next generation now in the world, my parents were still being assholes. They’d ask to see me and the kids without Doc, even going so far as to offer up an all expenses paid week in Paris. Yeah, like I was going to Paris without my man. They were delusional. I explained in no uncertain terms, and a few choice curse words, that they were no longer welcome in our lives and to kindly fuck off. My children would never know the feeling of disapproval in the form of my mother’s nose up in the air, and they had a gaggle of the older generation to act as their grandparents who would love them unconditionally.
Sugar Bear was behind bars, and with the evidence Dalton had gathered, he’d be there for a long time, which meant we all had some breathing room. The rest of the Spiders’ were fractured, both here and in Portland, but I had a feeling that wouldn’t last long. I just hoped they left us the hell alone. I didn’t think I could handle another war.
Raquel had gone back to Colorado with Orion, and they were head over heels in love, even if it was a bit of a hard road for them to get there. It made sense. She was a Brooks’ and they always seemed to like a challenge.
As I poured a glass of wine and made my way out to sit with my family, I found Doc already there, laughing with his brothers. He was sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs and held his hand out to me.
I lowered myself onto his lap and he wrapped his arm around me, kissing my neck before focusing back on his conversation with Alamo.
Jasmine gave me a grin and I tipped my glass to her before taking a sip of my wine and snuggling closer to my man.
And what a man he was. I was truly a lucky girl.
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Rabbit
She’s out of my league and I’m low on the list of her trusted allies, but when she’s caught in the crossfire of a conflict with a rival club, I don’t want anyone else watching her back.
Even if I have to shackle her to my f***ing bed.
Parker
