I chuckled and kissed the top of her head that was tucked under my chin. Then I patted her stomach. “And you carry the proof of that around every day.” She giggled, making me smile, then drifted off. I simply held her for a while, enjoying the peace I felt when she was near.
I’d nearly fallen asleep when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I would have ignored it, but I didn’t want it to wake Lucy. Reaching out behind me, I located the stupid thing and brought it over to see who it was before turning it to silent.
It was Hack. He’d been pissy since we’d gotten back and was often gone for several days in a row. I’d let Mac deal with his stubborn, obnoxious ass. But when my phone was in front of my face, the message appeared and I sucked in a breath. Shit.
Hack: Asshole didn’t keep his end of the deal. Went to check on Paisley. She’s gone.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Me: Be on the road in twenty.
I didn’t want to imagine what state I’d be in if Lucy up and disappeared on me. So I quietly slipped out of bed and left her a note with a quick explanation. Then I dressed and headed out to my bike. It was time to take another motherfucker down.
Epilogue
Lucy
“I wanna ride with Daddy,” Kate whined, stomping her foot on the ground as she crossed her arms over her chest.
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing. She was just too darn cute, and I couldn’t blame her for being envious of her big sister. Not when I loved being on Dom’s motorcycle with him just as much as they did. He went slow when the girls rode with him, never taking them far, and they each had their own little helmet—pink for Alice and purple for Kate. He was also careful to make sure they got the same amount of time on the motorcycle, or else we’d never hear the end of it. “You’re up next, baby girl. Let’s get your helmet on so you’ll be ready to go when Daddy gets back.”
My suggestion was the perfect distraction. She raced into the garage as fast as her little legs would take her and grabbed her helmet off the peg where we kept them. Then she ran back over to where I was standing in the driveway and thrust it toward me. “Help me put it on, Mommy.”
“Sure thing.” I carefully put the helmet on her head and pulled it into place. Then I flipped the face shield down and gently rapped my knuckles against the hard plastic surface. “Don’t forget your gloves.”
Kate skipped back into the garage to get her matching purple gloves. By the time she worked them onto her small hands, Dominic and Alice pulled into the driveway. He lifted her off the bike and held out his hands when Kate ran straight toward him. Once he had her safely in place in front of him, he grinned at me. “Be back in five minutes, doll.”
My lips curved down in a teasing pout. “You better make up for the fact that I didn’t get a turn later.”
“You know I will,” he promised before roaring away.
“Silly Mommy,” Alice chided as I helped her take her helmet off. “You know you can’t ride the bike with Daddy when you’re pregnant.”
My husband hadn’t managed to find a way to knock me up again when I was already pregnant, but he came pretty close. Born only eleven months apart, Alice and Kate were what some people called Irish twins, but I liked to refer to them as my little handfuls. Having them so close together meant I was always running after one or the other, so we’d held off on having another until they were both in school.
This past August, I’d cried my eyes out when we dropped them off for their second day of kindergarten and first grade. My independent little girls had insisted they didn’t need their mommy or daddy to walk them inside like we had the day before. I sat in the passenger seat of the truck and watched with tears streaming down my cheeks as Alice led her little sister down the sidewalk and through the doors of the school. I was still crying when we got home, but Dom carried me to our bedroom and fucked the sad out of me. He’d also knocked me up again and loved to brag that it had taken him no time at all once I got off my birth control.
Rubbing my hand over my rounded belly, I smiled at my oldest daughter. “I know, sweetie. But I can still be a little sad about missing out since I love to ride with Daddy, too.”
She nodded and grinned back at me. “I bet a cookie will make you happy!”
“I like the way you think, sweetie.” My newest craving of the week was chocolate, and we had a fresh batch of double chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen that I’d just baked that morning. Following her into the garage, I waited until she put her helmet and gloves away before heading into the house. After she washed up, Alice made a beeline for the cookie jar while I grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge. We’d each devoured two cookies by the time we heard the roar of pipes when Dom and Kate returned.
I grabbed two more glasses out of the cabinet and filled them with milk. As I was setting them on the table, my husband and youngest daughter walked through the door that led from the kitchen to the garage. Kate saw the plates with crumbs on them and yelled, “I want cookies, too!”
I pointed at the big jar on the table. “There are plenty left.”
“After you wash your hands,” Dom reminded her, and Kate changed direction to head over to the sink first. He waited for her to finish up before washing his hands, too. Then he helped Alice rinse her plate and glass and put them in the dishwasher. Once that was all done, he joined Kate and I at the table, where I was munching on another cookie. He brushed a kiss over my lips and grinned. “Mmm, you taste like chocolate.”
“That’s because she had three cookies,” Alice grumbled.
“No fair!” Kate cried. “How come Mommy gets extra cookies?”
I pointed at my belly. “Because I’m eating for two. That means I can have four cookies if I want.”
“When I’m married and pregnant, I’m gonna eat all the cookies,” Alice muttered with a frown.
“Yeah, me, too,” Kate agreed after gobbling down her first cookie.
Dom glowered at both of the girls. “You’re going to have to wait a long damn time before that happens since you’re not allowed to date until you’re thirty.”
They giggled, but I knew better. Their daddy was as protective of our girls as he was with me. If he could figure out a way to keep them home with us forever, he would. But at least he’d have someone to follow them around when their baby brother was born in a few more months.
Extra Epilogue
Lucy
“Thanks for watching kids tonight,” Dom rumbled, handing a few twenty-dollar bills to the babysitter.
Staci, the seventeen-year-old girl who lived next door, grinned up at him. “No problem, Mr. Lazar. They’re always super easy to take care of. Not like some of the other kids I babysit.”
My gorgeous hubby’s gaze slid over to where Alice and Kate were cuddled on the couch, watching a show. “They better be.”
Staci giggled, shaking her head as she grabbed her backpack off the coffee table. The girls could be a handful sometimes, but they’d been on their best behavior with her ever since their daddy had laid down the law about saving their shenanigans for when they were with us or their honorary aunts and uncles. The Silver Saints MC and their wives were more than capable of handling the worst antics any of the kids could come up with—which was to be expected with all of the experience we had. Our club family had grown by leaps and bounds over the past decade. Each time one of the guys found their women, it seemed as though they worked overtime to get her pregnant as often as possible.
I flashed Staci a grin as she walked past me, following her out the front door. “What time did Destin go down?”
She paused on the top step to answer, “I started reading a book to him at seven-thirty, and he passed out before I made it halfway through the story.”
“Thank goodness for that.” About a month ago, our two-year-old son had decided that naps were a thing of the past. Even though I’d put him down for an hour this afternoon, he’d just chattered away to his favorite stuffed animals the entire time. I’d been wo
rried that he would throw a tantrum when Staci told him it was bedtime. Destin tended to fight harder to stay awake at night when he was overtired. The little guy got his stubbornness from his daddy, and it took quite a bit of effort to get him to change his mind about anything. I had visions of our romantic night going down in flames when the babysitter called in the middle of dinner to beg us to come home.
Heaving a sigh of relief that we’d been able to enjoy a meal with just the two of us, I watched Staci from our porch as she made her way across our lawn and over to her house. When she was safely inside, I shut the door and headed back into the living room. Dom had joined the girls on the couch, and they were cuddled on either side of him while he showed them the wallet I’d given him while we’d been out for dinner.
“That’s what you got Dad for your anniversary?” Alice’s nose scrunched as she tilted her head back to look up at me. Then she turned to face her daddy and rolled her eyes. “You got Mom a diamond ring, a bunch of roses, and took her out to dinner at her favorite restaurant. How come you’re not mad that she didn’t do more for you?”
Dom traced the bridge of Alice’s nose with his index finger, smoothing out the wrinkle that had popped up. “You’ve got it all wrong, love bug. Your mom put more thought into this wallet than I did all of the things I did for her today.”
Alice’s head reared back in surprise. “Nuh-uh.”
Kate, not wanting to be left out of the conversation, leaned over Dom’s chest and argued, “Uh-huh. Mom gives the best presents.”
“Hey, now.” Dom patted Kate’s back as he looked up at me with a grin. “I give some pretty damn good gifts, too.”
“Yeah, everybody knows that Dad is the one who gives the best presents,” Alice shot back, crossing her arms over her chest.
I decided to intervene before they could get into a heated argument over absolutely nothing—as only sisters that close in age could do. “Your dad and I both rock at gift-giving.”
“I still think getting three things is way better than just one,” Alice mumbled.
“It depends on what that one present is.” Dom flipped the wallet over to show them where I’d had the Silver Saints MC logo heat stamped into the black leather. “Your mom knew that I didn’t really need a new wallet, but she didn’t just give me one that you could get at any old store. She had this made up special for me.”
“But only after asking Mac for permission to use the club logo.” Worried that they’d decide to grab the puffy paint and design their own Silver Saints MC shirts to wear to the next barbeque, I wagged my index finger at both girls. “Because the club patch is something your daddy and uncles take very seriously. We show it the same respect we would any of them.”
Alice and Kate rolled their eyes and replied in unison, “We know that already, Mom.”
Dom squeezed each of them before getting to his feet and coming to my side. Flinging his arm over my shoulders, he pulled me close and brushed his lips against my temple. “It’s not just the Silver Saints emblem that makes this wallet so special.”
This time, it was Kate’s nose that scrunched. “I don’t see anything else different about it.”
His brown eyes were full of mischief when he glanced at me. “That’s because you guys have never asked the story about how your mom and I met.”
Even though I didn’t really think he was going to spill the beans to our daughters about me trying to steal his wallet, my cheeks still filled with heat. “I’m sure the girls don’t want to hear about that now. It’s time for them to head up to bed anyway.”
“No way,” Kate shrieked, bouncing up and down on the couch cushion. “I want to know how you and Dad met!”
“Me, too!” Alice agreed as she clapped her hands together.
“You heard your mom. It’s time to get ready for bed.” Dom flashed me a sexy smirk before dropping his arm from my shoulders to point toward the stairs. “But if you’re quick about it, I’ll tell you all about how it went down when I met your mom before you go to sleep.”
The girls scampered off the couch and gave each of us a quick kiss before running up the stairs. Crossing my arms over my chest, I gave him a dirty look through my eyelashes. “As happy as I am that they’re not arguing about bedtime for once, I’m not exactly thrilled about them hearing what really went down the day we met.”
“Trust me, little doll. Go take a bath while I give our girls a sugar-coated version of the story where my wallet fell on the floor and you found it or something like that.” He gave my butt a little swat. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell them anything that’ll make them tuck a candy bar in their pocket the next time you take them grocery shopping.”
I wasn’t going to pass up the chance for a bubble bath, but I muttered dire threats about withholding sex from—not that Dom took any of it seriously since he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him for more than maybe a minute—the entire way up the stairs until we headed in different directions down the hall. It would have been ironic as heck if the girls really did try to shoplift after hearing about me stealing their dad’s wallet, considering my transgression was pretty minor compared to some of the stuff their dad had gotten up to in the past. The club probably should’ve been called The Silver Devils MC because then members definitely weren’t saints. But they always took care of their family and tried to do what was best, and that was more than enough for me.
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