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“Oh, what the fuck?” Lucas whispers before laughing.
“Fucking diabolical,” Tate mutters with a grin on her face and Kodiak shakes his head.
My gaze bounces between all three of them before I turn back to Ali. “Wait, why won’t he let you go home?”
“Ever since I got pregnant, he doesn’t like me to be home alone so when he’s working late with the club, he makes me sleep here and as you are well aware, pregnancy makes you very uncomfortable and the double bed he’s got up in his room doesn’t help anything. Not to mention that it’s hard to get any work done with all these guys hanging around all the time.”
“I’m gonna tell him,” Lucas cuts in with a grin and she narrows her eyes into a glare as she points her finger at him.
“No, you’re fucking not. I just want my bed, Smith. My big, comfy, king-size bed. Is that really too much to ask for?”
“Babe,” I murmur, nudging him. “The correct answer here is no. Just for future reference.”
“I don’t know. He’s just trying to keep her safe,” Kodiak adds. Tate peeks over her shoulder with a look that could kill.
“She is literally growing a person,” she objects and I nod.
“And in… wait, how far are along are you?”
“Thirty-three weeks.”
I nod. “Right. And in six-ish weeks, she’s going to rip her body apart to give birth to that little person so if she wants her bed, she gets her bed.”
“Here, here,” Tate calls and Ali raises one in the air as the other cradles her belly.
“Preach, sisters.”
Kodiak shares a look with Lucas. “We’re getting outnumbered here, brother.”
The three girls laugh as Storm walks back into the clubhouse. He scans the room and as soon as he spots his wife, he makes a beeline for her.
“Where you been, babe?” Ali asks as he pulls her into his side and he shakes his head.
“Just outside for a minute.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums, meeting my gaze as I try to bite back my smile.
“Kitten…” Storm growls and she laughs, holding her hands up in the air.
“What? I didn’t say anything.”
“Ali, do you want to get the food started?” someone asks, approaching the group and Ali nods.
“Yeah, we can do that. Oh, by the way, Carly, this is Quinn. Quinn, this is my best friend, Carly.”
I hold my hand up and wave. “Hi.”
“Hey,” she answers, smiling at me before she turns to look at Lucas. “Wow, Smith. The dad thing works for you.”
He glances down at Brooklyn with the sweetest smile on his face. “Thanks.”
“I’m gonna go throw stuff on the grill. You need to sit down,” Storm grumbles and Ali rolls her eyes.
“Yes, boss man. Right away, boss man.”
“Kitten, I will spank your ass if you don’t listen and rest your feet.”
“I’m heading out, too,” Kodiak says, kissing Tate on the head before he heads out with Storm. Lucas passes Brooklyn to me and presses a quick kiss against my lips as the rest of the guys file outside to cook.
