“It’s a name that we all get to use. Something to call you that’s tied to how you got into the club. Who you’re with. Only your old man can give you that name. No one else can give it to you, and no one can take it away,” Kitten supplies with a wide smile.
“So….” Babygirl looks at me. “Should I call you Law?”
“No.” Ruby’s response is quick and firm, and half the damn club turns in her direction at the volume.
She points to those around us. “They call him Law. You call him Karter. And I call him… Dad.”
Fuck, I needed to hear that.
I swallow the emotions in my throat. She hasn’t said that to me in a while. Not since before she was taken. It was always Law. I didn’t know I needed to hear it till she said it.
“And when you have a kid”—her eyes move off my old lady to meet mine—“you treat them the same. Boy or girl. No more bullshit about not being part of the club because they don’t have a dick.”
Yeah, the entire club also knows it was a false moment for us. We had to tell everyone because Nana said it for all to hear. Everyone has been supportive, to Babygirl especially, through it all. Which I’m grateful for. I’m grateful for everyone in this club. Including my kid.
“Noted,” I say with a nod.
Her eyes mist over, and she rubs the tears out of them. “Goddammit. I swear I cry at every damn thing now. You better enjoy this, Kooper, because I’m not about to let you knock me up again.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grins and pulls her in tight to kiss her forehead.
“What!” Kitten shouts, and Troublemaker’s jaw drops. “You’re pregnant?”
“Oops,” Ruby mutters, realizing the mistake she made a second too late.
“Flint!” Kitten screams across the bar, and everyone quiets. The last time she screamed like this, she was going hunting to kill a man who went after her best friend. Thankfully, Gator got to Troublemaker first and just made her fall in love with him instead of us having to dig a six-foot hole in the ground. “Peaches is pregnant! With Kooper’s kid!”
Flint, like half the damn club, is taken aback by the news, and a quietness falls over the crowd.
“No shit?” he asks.
Kooper grins wide. “No shit.”
The entire place erupts into congrats and applause as they all wish them both happy moments yet to come. Most come over and wrap them in hugs.
“Pregnant. Can you believe it?” Kitten asks her man after he finishes shaking Kooper’s hand and kissing Peaches’ forehead. This entire club treats her like the little sister they never wanted but are always happy to have around.
Flint laughs at his girl’s antics. “Happens when you have sex, babe.”
She looks at him as he grins at her silliness. “We have sex.” The crowd quiets again. “We have sex every day.” The silence is overwhelming. “We don’t have a kid.”
And just like that, all eyes are on Flint, who’s staring ahead with a look that means he’s either about to pass out or run for the hills.
“I’ve got to check comms,” he mutters and walks away. Kitten’s hot on his heels, and the boys all laugh and whistle as they go by.
“We have sex too,” Fairy says from Mad Max’s lap, and the quietness returns as we now look at them.
“You want one?” he asks simply as he stares adoringly at his love.
“Never did the math before.”
I can’t help the small smile that comes at her response. It’s all about the numbers for Fairy.
“Do it and let me know what the results are,” Mad Max says encouragingly. He’ll be good with whatever she wants. He’s that kind of guy. Like most Hounds, if it makes his woman happy, he’s all in.
Just like I am with my girl.
Gator wanders over and pulls his woman out of her chair before sitting down and bringing her with him. He grins wide as she wiggles on his lap till he sees everyone looking at him in silence.
