“Oh, thank goodness. Did they say when we can see her?”
“He said someone would come out and get us once they have her situated in recovery.”
Thirty minutes later, a nurse took us back to the recovery area. Avery was propped up with her eyes half-open and a pink cup on its way to falling out of her hand. “Let me help you with that, sweetness,” I said and reached for the cup.
“Hey, my sexy, badass biker man,” she slurred.
“Oh, I see they’ve given you the good stuff.”
“No, siree. Only you give me the good stuff. You fu—”
“Your mother is here,” I interrupted.
“Well, she knows we’ve fucked seeing as how your kid is in me,” she blurted.
Claire slapped her hand over her mouth to try and stifle her laughter while I looked away completely mortified. “Avery, can we not talk about that in front of your mother, and, you know, the hospital staff?”
“I’m sure they know how babies are made, Kellan. And, look at you. They know your sexy ass can give it good.” Then, to my absolute horror, in the loudest stage whisper ever, she asked, “Can I tell them you’ve got a big dick, too?”
“Avery!” I snapped. “Stop talking.”
At that point, Claire was laughing hysterically. “Damn it. I should have been recording this.”
“Mom,” Avery started in her loud whisper voice. “Kellan’s—”
“Kellan’s going to spank your ass if you don’t shut your mouth,” Claire giggled.
“Oh, I love it when he does that.”
“Fucking hell,” I grumbled.
“I love a lot of things about him,” Avery said dreamily and my head shot up. “He’s a good man. He’s a fucking good man and a good fucking man,” she said and started giggling again.
“How are we doing over here?” one of the nurses asked.
“Chatty Cathy here seems to be doing great,” I answered.
The nurse laughed. “You must be sharing some good stuff.”
“Please don’t encourage her,” I pleaded.
“Trust me, we’ve heard it all before,” she said and turned to Avery. “Are you ready to go home?”
“Hell, yes. Have you seen what I get to go home with?” she asked and pointed to me. “He washes my hair for me when I’m sick.”
The nurse turned to me and smiled. “Aw, that’s so sweet.”
“Hey, don’t you be getting any ideas, nursey, nurse, nurse. He’s taken.”
“Oh, honey, you don’t have a thing to worry about. I prefer the ladies,” she said.
“Really? How does that work exactly? I mean, I think I would miss the dick, you know?”
“Avery Grace!” Claire scolded. “Eat your ice chips and shut your mouth.”
“What?” Avery asked innocently. “I was just having a little girl talk.”
“You were prying into the private life of the nurse taking care of you. That does not constitute as girl talk. Now, be quiet so we can get out of here before they put in for a psych consult.”
