As Nova and I made plans to shop once we returned to Little Memphis, I suggested, “While we’re out looking for maternity clothes, we should find you something sexy to wear for Cher’s birthday party.”
“Why sexy?” Nova asked and glanced at the girls.
“I’m looking to get you knocked up. That way, our babies can grow up together.”
“No.”
“Don’t you want more babies?” I asked and gestured at her girls. “You make such pretty kids.”
“I don’t want to get married again.”
“Then, be a single mom like me,” I said and winked.
“How would that work?”
“Plenty of the guys in my club would like to have a kid, but they aren’t looking to settle down. You’d have a nice baby daddy, but you’d also be running the show.”
Though I was screwing with Nova by suggesting getting her knocked up, she actually seemed curious about the baby idea. Before I could explore that topic, Sutter asked to race me. I checked his water wings and tightened the top of my sporty, slate bikini.
We swam from one end of the luxurious pool to the other. Sutter insisted I swim like normal rather than show him mercy. Even after I kicked his ass twice, he refused to have me slow down.
Skylar and Lyric were clapping for Sutter when the sound of motorcycles filled the air. We still finished our lap with my boy looking ready to pass out.
“You’re really fast,” he said as I held him up on the deeper side.
“One day, you’ll beat my ass in swimming.”
“Yeah, but today isnotthat day,” he said, still out of breath.
I hugged him to me and enjoyed how happy he seemed today. I was still holding him when Zodiac strolled around the side of the house. He wore a baby blue short-sleeved button-up shirt. The heat glued the fabric to his chest, showing off the hard curves of his muscular chest. His blonde hair looked windswept from the ride over. He pushed back his black sunglasses and smiled at me.
“You’re going to need to cover up.”
“Why?” Nova asked, immediately assuming he was scolding her.
“Ignore him,” I told her. “Such puritan thinking is common from bikers.”
Zodiac scowled. “The guys are here, and I don’t want you running around naked.”
“She isn’t naked,” Sutter said, looking at my bikini top. “She wears this at home.”
Zodiac wanted so badly to snap back at Sutter. I worried he might pop a blood vessel from fighting against his usual snarly self.
“Where’s your baby?” Skylar demanded when she suddenly noticed Zodiac.
“I refuse to argue with a little hellion.”
Shaking her head, she muttered, “There’s no baby.”
Zodiac took the bait and insisted, “I’m going to make you clean up the baby’s dirty diapers.”
“I won’t do it. I’m not qualified.”
Nova snickered at her daughter’s wording. Lyric looked at Zodiac and showed him her doll.
“I have a baby,” she told him sweetly before frowning. “Where’s your baby?”
“Nova, teach your daughters patience.”
