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“Good. Here, take him. I’m all sweaty and tired and his hair kinda smells like the inside of my stomach.”
Chewy offloads the little bundle and then makes grabby hands at Blanche who comes bearing Sushi. I ignore the chirps of the Ol Ladies as they all try to get small peeks of the baby, instead my gaze is drawn to Mad Dog staring adoringly at the little bundle in his arms.
“Oh, Willa, check out his toes. They’re like super weird looking,” Chewy says around a mouthful.
“Chewy, they’re perfect. Just like the rest of him.” Mad Dog says, his eyes glued to his grandson. “You’re gonna grow up to be a good man, little Miles.”
“Get it? Miles, like Rhodes and Lane?” Chewy snorts. “We are so clever with our kids' names.”
“Like Chomper?” Ana smarts.
Chewy flips the bird at her. “I’m full of fancy motherly hormones. Your negativity can’t hold me down today. Come back in a few days when they’ll all come crashing down and I’ll probably cry and act irrational.”
“As opposed to how rational you act normally?” Gus teases before squeezing Chewy’s shoulder.
“Exactly,” Chewy says seriously.
Everyone jokes and Chewy eats and Mad Dog stares and I think it’s definitely time for me to make my leave.
“Hey, I’m gonna get outta here,” I whisper to Mad Dog. His head shoots up and he moves to come with me. I stop him, my hand resting against his hard chest. “No, you stay, be with your family. I’ve…had a day. I’m gonna head home, get into fat pants and relax a little.”
“Willa?”
“I’ll lock the doors, make sure the house is alarmed, and I’ll dust off the Winchester boys.” I wink, patting his chest goodbye, because damn, that thing is exquisite.
I can tell that Mad Dog wants to get up in my business. Boss me around. Probably tell me to head back to the clubhouse where he’ll keep me holed up in his room giving me orgasm after orgasm, goddammit Willa get a grip.
“You sure, babe?”
Well, shit. I was not expecting that at all. I paste a tight smile on my face, and nod like a bobble head. “Yup. I’m sure. Stay, celebrate with your family.” I give everyone a smile and a wave and stop short of the door. “Those muscles of yours seize up tomorrow? Book an appointment.”
“Will do, but I’m sure they’ll be fine. Rode horses for years, remember?”
“Oh I remember.” I grin and head on out.
Down the hall, onto the street. Into the fresh air, where my head is less jumbled and my heart has no chance to soften any more than it has.
Mad Dog
“Yo, we’re gonna head out to the old Death Riders compound. Savage wants to take a look.”
“Who’s riding out?” I ask Tank.
“Most of us. Apart from the poor bastards you got watching Willa.”
“Shhhh!” I hiss at him waving my arms around and jumping up from my recliner with a groan.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Savage asks, stomping into the room.
“Nothing.”
“Liar. You answered that way too fast.” Savage smirks.
“Nothing is wrong with me and I’ve got nothing to hide.”
Savage raises a brow, sharing a look with Tank. “So, you’re gonna keep singing from that hymn sheet huh? The one where one giant, orange bastard isn’t sitting in Joy’s house spying on Willa?”
“He’s not spying on Willa. And it’s his house too,” I grumble.
