“You don’t like Dr. Pepper?” Knox asked, sorting through the cabinets of the room.
“Quit it,” Bax hissed. “They might need that stuff.”
Knox held up a box of condoms. “Why do they have condoms in here?”
“You don’t want to know,” Bax replied, turning his focus back to Courtney as she munched on ice chips. “Even I don’t want to know, and I know.”
“Who do I have to sleep with to get a soda around here?” Knox asked, finally sticking his head under the faucet and lapping up a stream of water like he really was a puppy. “They need a filter on that water.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Courtney said, gritting her teeth and making a deep guttural noise that Bax had never heard before. It didn’t sound entirely human.
“She’s pushing.” Knox hopped over the stool and a birthing ball to push the call button near Courtney’s hand. “You need to stop doing that,” Knox said, as he relayed the information to the nurse who took the call, finishing with “Do not bring any Dr. Pepper, but I’d kill for a Sprite. Not 7-Up, but a Mountain Dew would work.”
Things happened pretty quickly after that. Courtney was ready to push, Knox tried to glove up, and Bax banished him to the birthing ball in the corner where he couldn’t break anything, touch anything, or say anything.
And then Courtney was a rock star in her own right as she brought their daughter into the world.
When it was all said and done, Brennan sent Knox to tell everyone that Harley was home. Then he climbed onto the bed and held his girls, pressing a kiss to Courtney’s temple in a move that had become nothing out of the ordinary for them.
That was what made it even more extraordinary.
Happily ever after was not overrated, not one bit.
Epilogue
Courtney
“Are you guys for real?”Courtney asked as Bax meandered toward her with infant Harley strapped to his chest.
Linx moseyed beside him with leather-jacket clad Gibson in a front pack as well.
Tanner had adopted an adorably goofy rottweiler named Lacey who was scared of her own shadow, and Mach walked alone like the badass rock star he was becoming.
Tanner had an issue talking to women—he always froze up. Mach? Not so much. That was why Mach had become nearly as popular as Bax used to be with the ladies, and that was saying a whole helluva lot.
“Are they always this goofy?” Irina asked, moving to stand beside Courtney at the end of Knox’s front drive.
She and Becca and Courtney were helping Knox pick out new carpet colors. He’d really wanted to go with black, but Irina was working on gray. Courtney liked white, and Becca preferred whatever everyone could agree on.
Bax and Linx took the kid and the cat and the new rock stars for a walk with their dog, while everyone else argued.
“Is your guy sniffing your daughter’s head?” Irina asked, because Bax was, in fact, holding a thread to Courtney’s gaze, while he inhaled Harley’s baby scent.
He was addicted to their daughter.
Courtney was cool with this, because he was also addicted to her.
Funny, Courtney used to want a Mustang and the life that came along with it, but now she preferred the life she had.
Aside from Brennan and the baby and the pirate ship house, they’d finally scraped themselves clear of Em. She’d tied herself to the drummer for Blue Night. Poor guy, he had no idea what he was in for as her new rock star ATM.
“Brennan,” Courtney said, sauntering toward him and reaching to push his sunglasses onto his head. “My Brennan.”
He grinned at that—all rock star magic holding their baby.
“Courtney,” he said, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. “My Courtney.”
“I need everyone’s attention.” Knox clapped his hands, loud, from the door. “We have a major issue.”
