“Why not? Are you feeling okay ?”
I gave him a secret smile, wondering if this was the moment .
“ We are .”
“We ?”
He froze in place, where he was crawling over my body in the bed. I nodded, my smile getting bigger .
“Me. And the baby .”
Devlin leapt off the bed .
“Oh my God, I was about to- I could have squished it !”
I laughed at him .
“You’re not going to squish it. It’s barely even the size of a kiwi .”
“ A what ?”
“Um… a really big lemon .”
“You mean, like an orange ?”
“A small orange? But more oval ?”
“Did you see it? Did you go to the doctor yet? Is it okay ?”
I shook my head .
“The appointment is on Tuesday. Did you really think I would go without you ?”
He was pacing back and forth, looking worried. Then he stopped, his face full of wonder .
“A baby? Really ?”
“I thought if it was a boy, we could name him after your brother .”
His eyes filled with tears .
“I would love that more than anything.” He smiled at me tenderly. “Except a daughter. Because I would love her too .”
He climbed onto the bed and pulled me into his arms .
“You’re giving me a baby .”
I snuggled against him .
“Yes. I am. But I can’t take all the credit. You did have something to do with it too, you know .”
He leaned on his thick arm to look down at me. I loved the way his tats and road scars stood out against the tan skin and blond hair on his forearms .
“Then I’m going to give you something first .”
“What ?”
He kissed my neck .
“An orgasm .”
I giggled breathlessly .
“ You are ?”
“Oh yes. At least one .”
I watched as he kissed his way down my body and settled between my legs .
Devlin was true to his word .
He gave me more than one .
He gave me three .
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Becky
I came down the stairs in my slightly rumpled, but still pretty cute, dress. Whiskey was cooking breakfast and it smelled amazing. I inhaled deeply in appreciation. He’d let me sleep in and then demanded that I take a long, hot shower .
I was more than happy to oblige him. Everything felt different out here. Eliza was safe and taken care of. I almost felt like I was on vacation .
And Whiskey and me were together again. I smiled happily, leaning against the collumn in the middle of the room .
“That smells delicious .”
Whiskey wiggled his brows at me and I laughed. I’d been so nervous about telling him my secret. Even more worried about trusting him again not to hurt me. But he hadn’t been angry .
He’d been overjoyed .
The man was positively glowing with happiness. He had been since the moment I’d told him about our baby. He’d even talked me into a midnight swim. In between making the bed bounce, of course .
We’d done an awful lot of that too .
Even for our first night back together .
“Wait till you taste my French toast. You will put on an easy ten pounds with me as your personal chef !”
I shook my head. He really did seem to love my post-baby body. I wished I hadn’t worried about it so much last night. I felt foolish for it now .
A few extra pounds was just more to love, was what he’d told me .
He really was a gem .
“Steak and eggs ?”
“You need your strength if you’re going to keep up with me, young lady .”
I giggled, blushing at the sexy look in his eyes. He’d already made love to me three times. And nearly a fourth time late at night in the lake, though I’d begged for a shower before we did the actual deed. There was no way he could be ready again …
My eyes slid down to his apron which was sporting a visible tent .
Oh my .
I guess he could after all .
I stared at him in awe .
The man was a machine !
My machine .
“You are something alright .”
He saluted me with the spatula in his hands .
“You can trust me. I’m a professional .”
Standing there in the kitchen with his shirt off, he looked more like a Greek God. Perfectly sculpted, with golden sunlight caressing his skin. A Greek God who made his lady a hearty breakfast .
Ew, Becky, you sound ridiculous! Get a grip and hold onto it! WITH BOTH HANDS !
I sighed. I couldn’t help it if Whiskey made me a little dreamy eyed. Not just a little, either. A lot. If I was with the girls, I would be gushing about him. If I was alone I would be dreaming about him .
And as of right now, I was staring at him with a goofy look on my face .
“ Soup’s on !”
I laughed as Whiskey pretended to ding an imaginary bell, like the line cook did at Mae’s .
“You’re in a good mood .”
He set a plate on the island in front of me, then spun my bar stool around so I was facing him .
“And why wouldn’t I be? I got a woman and a baby in one day .”
He sprinkled me with tiny kisses then spun me back around so I could eat. I was pretty darn happy too .
Even though there was a tiny voice inside me telling me it couldn’t last .
“Whoa, that smells good , man .”
I stopped chewing mid bite as Donnie and Jack clomped into the room in their boots. It was impossible to ignore any of the Riders, and it wasn’t just because they were big and menacing looking in their leather .
It was those biker boots that made so much noise !
Whiskey tousled my hair affectionately and the guys exchanged a look. I watched in awe as they immediately started texting. I knew what was happening .
They were reporting back to their women .
“So… everything good here?” Donnie grinned and took a seat at the island. “Not gonna lie. We were fifty percent sure you might have chased him into the woods with a meat cleaver .”
Jack gave Donnie a meaningful look .
“Some people may have placed bets .”
I gave Donnie a prim look .
“A lady never resorts to violence .”
Jack made a grunting sound that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. But when I looked at him, his face was blank. I could have sworn I saw a twinkle in his eye, though .
“Keys .”
He tossed a set of key’s in the air and Whiskey caught them with ease .
“Thanks man. I want to get an early start .”
He grinned wide .
“I have to go meet my baby .”
The guys got very still on either side of me .
“Uh, want to fill us in, Whiskey ?”
He pointed at me with the spatula .
“This beautiful lady had my baby a few months ago. We got ourselves a newborn. Looks just like her daddy .”
He winked .
“‘Course, next time I want to be there to hold the cutie the moment it arrives .”
“ Next time ?”
I was getting a little nervous. What did he mean next time ?
“You’re my woman now. I’m sure we’ll be making more critters .”
My jaw must have dropped .
Critters? Really ?
Maybe he was a little bit too enthusiastic. I got up to collect my things .
“This was really tasty, thank you. I just need to find my purse .”
“Already by the door on the coat rack. Your cute little sweater is right beside it .”
I looked towards the door. Huh. Whiskey was not joking about this whole ‘taking care of me’ thing .
“Thanks .”
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bsp; “You go on outside, we’ll just clean up in here .”
“Uh… you sure you don’t want help ?”
“Not a chance , doll .”
“Okay .”
I went out and sat on the porch swing, gently pushing myself back and forth with my toe. Even with pointed toes I could barely reach the ground but that was okay. Finally, I gave up and let the breeze push me back and forth a bit .
Whiskey searched his pockets, looking around the edge of the door for something .
“Alrighty, who has the front door key ?”
Jack held it up and stepped forward to lock up the house. Donnie had a couple of garbage bags and Whiskey held a hamper full of the sheets and towels we had used .
I couldn’t help myself. I snapped a picture of them .
It was a rare thing to see three badass bikers being so domestic. Of course, they weren’t your typical guys, bikers or not .
“Ready, sweetcheeks ?”
I nodded and jumped off the swing .
I saw Whiskey pull them aside before they took off. Jack and Donnie nodded, agreeing to whatever he was saying. He jogged over and opened the car door for me. He practically lifted me up into it .
* * *
T he ride back to town was peaceful. We messed around with the radio, finding different songs to sing along with. You would never know it from looking at him, but Whiskey had a fine set of lungs and could more than carry a tune .
I did not, but it never held me back from singing along when a favorite song came on .
In between bad duets, he asked me about a million questions about Eliza. I answered as best as I could. He wanted to know her feeding schedule (flexible), if she slept through the night (usually), and what her favorite color was .
That last one I didn’t know, but I may have gushed about how pretty her eyes looked when she wore blue. She had bright blue eyes, just like her daddy’s .
He nearly levitated out of his seat when I told him that .
We pulled up to see Mae peeking out of the window. He opened the door for me and walked me to the front door. His hand held my elbow in a gentle but firm grip .
I almost told him there was no chance I would slip on the walkway. Especially not in late summer with zero chance of ice on the ground. But I didn’t bother. Let the man escort me around like royalty if he wanted to .
The truth was, I didn’t mind a bit .
I stood awkwardly at the front stoop, feeling a bit shy. How I could feel like that after the dozen positions we’d tried the night before was beyond me. But I did all the same .
There was something formal about this moment. He was going to meet Eliza. It was momentous. The truth was, I hadn’t been sure that this moment would ever come, let alone this fast .
“Do you want to come in ?”
He nodded .
“You know I’m chomping at the bit to meet that baby !”
“Okay, but I don’t want to wake her up. If she’s sleeping I could make you lunch. Do you need to go home first ?”
“Oh no, babe. I’m not letting you out of my sight .”
He gave me a steely look .
“Ever again .”
Chapter Twenty -Nine
Whiskey
“H ello there, beautiful .”
I gave Becky a quick smile, then went right back to staring at the glorious angel in my arms. She was pink, and chubby, and so darn cute it made my heart feel like it was expanding. Growing at least ten sizes bigger .
“I can’t believe she is real. How could anyone be so perfect ?”
The beautiful little wiggly person was nestled in my big arms. I held her firmly, determined not to drop her. I would always protect my baby girl .
Forever .
Everything was different now. Ever since last night, ever since Becky had told me we had a baby together, I’d had the strangest feeling. It was like my heart was outside my body, exposed .
Because the most important thing in the world to me was no longer inside my chest .
I’d thought I put my brothers before myself. Becky. And the girls. I knew that if I had to take a bullet for any of them, I would .
But this was different .
This was… profound .
I would throw myself on a grenade for any of them. Shove them out of the way of a speeding car. Donate an organ. Anything they needed .
But with Eliza… I would go into recon mode, looking for battles to fight. Just in case anything dangerous might decide too get too close. I wanted to build her a castle and dig a moat around it, just to make sure she was safe and sound .
I was on high alert now, and I always would be. Permaworried .
For the rest of my everlovin ’ days .
And I wouldn’t change a damn thing about it .
“She’s beautiful, Becks. You made something so beautiful .”
“We did. She looks more like you !”
“No.” I grinned at her. “I just provided one of the ingredients. You did all the hard work. But I swear to you, Becks. You will never have to do this alone again. Not for a second. Ballet recitals. Chicken pox. Scaring away boys. I’m all in .”
“You are sure? You really want this ?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I always wanted to have kids with you, Becks. It’s my lucky day that it happened faster than I ever expected .”
She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. She glanced away quickly but I saw it. She had truly believed she was alone in this .
“Doing all this by yourself… well, you are kind of a badass .”
She laughed but I thought she looked lonely over by the door. I patted my knee with one hand, holding the baby against my chest with the other .
“ Come sit .”
She gave me a wry smile .
“I’m not sure that old rocking chair can support all three of us. And since you’re probably equal to two and a half normal-sized humans, that would put us at …”
“Four in a chair .”
She shook her head with a laugh, then crossed to the window to look outside. You could hear the hogs lining up outside. There were a lot of them .
The SOS were right on time .
Donnie and Jack had done what I asked for. And now it was time to get the guys on board, and create a schedule. They’d all volunteered to be part of the plan .
My woman and my baby were going to be protected at all times .
Even more importantly, she would be watched .
She was never going to leave me alone again .
“ What the -”
I smiled at her. She gave me a suspicious look .
“Good, the guys are here .”
“The guys? What, like, all of them ?”
“No, not all. Dev and everyone are planning to meet her soon but this is different. This is her security detail .”
“ Her what ?”
“You two need protection, and these are the guys who signed up to be on B and E patrol .”
“B and … what ?”
“Becky and Eliza patrol .”
She stared at me, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water. She looked shocked. Surprised. I smiled, knowing she’d come around to my way of looking at things .
Eventually .
“When you are at my place, it will be a lot easier. A lot of the older bikers with family are in that area. Dev and Kaylie’s place is only two blocks away !”
“Your place ?”
“ Uh huh .”
She was still confused. Didn’t she understand that she was mine now ?
“We haven’t discussed any of this yet, Whiskey. Don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast ?”
“Not even a little. I am never letting never letting you or this little angel out of my sight again .”
I stood up and chucked her chin .
“Ever .”
She stared at me, looking adorably dumbfounded .
I could not believe I had done it. I
’d accomplished the impossible .
I’d rendered Rebecca Townsdale speechless .
Chapter Thirty
Becky
“T hank you for your gift .”
I stared at the box in my hands. It was a cotton onesie with little ruffles on the butt. Cute as a button. The burly leather clad man kneeling in front of me was ‘coocoochachooing’ at Petunia like a seasoned pro .
Then he stood up and shook Whiskey’s hand .
“You done good , son .”
“Thank you, Petrol. We appreciate everything .”
“Anything for you, Whiskey .”
I glared at Whiskey as he ushered Petrol out and invited another biker in .
“You done good? Seriously ?”
I hissed under my breath, pinning a fake smile to my lips .
Whiskey just winked at me and led in the next guy. It was not unlike the wise men bringing gifts to the baby Jesus. Except this was a long procession of bikers .
That, and our baby was conceived the old fashioned way .
I exhaled dramatically. This was the wildest looking one yet. The one with the worst reputation .
Callaway was here. He was young, unusually handsome and nearly as strong looking as Whiskey, though not quite as tall. His tight jeans and leather molded to his body like a glove. Not surprisingly, he was covered in ink .
He looked more like a pretty boy rock star than a tattoo artist .
Then again, maybe tattoo artists were as famous as rockstars nowadays. I sighed. I didn’t know, but I was getting tired. It had been over two hours of accepting gifts while Whiskey showed off Eliza and I sat here, feeling like a third wheel .
There was a devilish look in Callaway’s bright green eyes as he enveloped Whiskey in a massive hug .
“Callaway, my brother .”
I’d seen him before. Around town, and on diner runs for the club. He did a lot of the same grunt work that Whiskey used to, only now he was the club’s sole tattoo master, so he’d moved up the ranks almost as fast as Whiskey .
That’s where I similarities ended .
He was single and had an extremely unsavory reputation with the ladies. Not that he was aggressive or impolite. But from what I heard, he was often poilte to three or four women at the same time .
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