Epilogue
Chloe
Our twin daughters were now six months old, and I loved them to pieces.
Staring at them made the whole birth experience that much better.
Sure, it was painful, but they were worth it.
It was worth it even more to stand here leaning against the doorway to their nursery while my husband sang our song to our daughters.
Juniper Marie Hendrix weighed five pounds and nine ounces.
Melodie Julia Hendrix weighed five pounds and seven ounces.
They both had my dark hair, my eyes, and my nose, and they were mini replicas of me.
And my husband boasted about that every chance he had.
He also cursed them for all they were worth any time someone told him he needed to buy more shotguns.
***
One of the things about Asher’s house I had changed... that was making the nook that overlooked the driveway into a reading corner.
And yes, I got my purple wingback chair to read in and still laughed at the memory of the first time Stella had laid her eyes on it.
In addition to that little reading corner, on the end table, were two candlestick holders. One of them was the very same one I had used to hit Marco with.
Asher told me that in case there was ever a fire, the candlestick holder better be one of the things we saved.
Also, I had found Asher’s stash of all the Reese Cups I had given him. We had tossed the chocolate and peanut butter concoction and saved the wrappers.
They were now all together in a memory box hanging in the hallway that led to our bedroom.
Five Years Later
“Is your man card going to be revoked?” I teased.
He looked down at me, then at our two girls, and shook his head, “Nah, the only way my man card gets revoked is if I don’t sit there and watch the whole movie with a smile on my face.”
And that was how Asher, the president of Zagan MC, the club that dominated the entire state of Mississippi, got looks as he led our twin daughters through the theater and to the room that was playing Barbie.
And underneath his kutte was a bright pink shirt with the word Barbie in bright white letters.
Damn, but I loved this man.
Loved him with everything in me.
But the reason I loved him even more?
That was because the moment we walked up the stairs, and in the three rows at the back sat every single member of Zagan MC. All were wearing the same shirt as Asher.
And yes, even Rome, but we were missing one person... Creature.
In the next letter, I wrote to him... I would just have to tell him all about this night.
I knew he wouldn’t laugh... but... I had a feeling that some information about a certain young lady might make him smile.
Maybe.
***
Things over the past five years haven’t changed too much.
Hanna and Kayla were still club girls.
Sutton owned Irish’s heart, and their girl Maisie was a force to be reckoned with.
Flo... well... she left, however, what none of us realized, and something we definitely should have was that Flo wasn’t going to go after any of the taken members.
No, she was going after one member in particular.
And god help her because this time, she had bitten off more than she could chew.
And she did that by going after the one being that has owned Creature’s heart.
Another woman vying for a brother’s heart was Leighton. The same woman who had tried her best to help me in that diner on that fateful day.
Rome... well... he was still a brother of the club, but he was technically a nomad. Because his woman was at a college in another MC’s territory.
As for Stella... well... she had needed a break after Kyrian’s wife, being the epic bitch she was, took her son to Stella so she could cut his hair.
She had gone to visit another club.
And... well... she did what most women would do.
She got underneath another man in hopes of getting over Kyrian.
Asher
Two Years Later
I had half a mind to dig up that fucker’s grave and beat the shit out of him.
However, the moment I held that little bundle in my arms and saw the tired smile on my daughter’s face, I knew I wouldn’t do it.
Because it would upset her.
And there was nothing I would ever do that would cause her to be upset.
It had ripped my heart out when my baby girl, my firstborn born, had gotten the call that the father of her baby had been gunned down in a drive-by shooting from a rival club.
Unfortunately, that also meant not kicking the fucker who just randomly showed up in her hospital room.
His bitch of a wife at his side and their handsome son.
Two Years Later
I was leaning against the island while flour and god knew what covered my woman and my two girls, along with Stella and her little girl Ivy.
Laughing my ass off as I thought about how hard it was going to be to get all of that junk out of their hair.
Chloe was laughing as she sidled up next to me, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my body.
She grinned up at me, “Are you sure?”
I lifted a brow, “Am I sure about what, Doll Baby?”
She smiled, “That you don’t want to try for a son?”
I shook my head. “Nah. Meant to be a girl dad. And that’s alright with me. They will be the most kickass kids ever created. I can tell you that right now.”
***
“If I could do it, I’d fucking live in your pussy, Doll Baby,” I said as I slid out of my wife, undulated my hips, and then slid back in.
She grinned, winked, then whispered, “If it were possible, I’d let you.”
“Wanna make another baby?” I asked her as I pulled out and then slammed into her hard.
Her gasp, followed by her moan... I fucking lived for those moans of hers.
When I did it again, and then again, and then again, I knew she forgot what I had asked her.
Her nails were digging into my back, and I would wear those claiming marks with my chest puffed out with pride.
This woman undid me.
I wasn’t the president of a one percent motorcycle club to her.
I was simply her husband.
Her confidant.
Her second-best friend.
Her protector.
The father of her children.
And until the day I died, those were the only titles I would die to keep.
After we were through, I came three times, and my woman came seven times, her little body was curled into mine.
Her breaths flowed over my skin, and then she whispered, “Last time I was in labor, you told me we were never doing this again because your heart couldn’t take it. I guess that’s changed?”
I sighed, “Fuck. Yeah, no. Find a way for me to carry the baby, and we will have another one.”
She giggled, “It doesn’t work like that.”
“I can guaran-damn-tee that any man who loves his woman wishes it could happen. Felt like someone had grabbed my heart and ripped it from my chest every time you cried out in pain.”
With the softest of kisses, she pressed one over my heart, snuggled into my side, and whispered, “God couldn’t have created a better man for me had he tried.”
“I’m going to love you until the stars fall from the sky,” I whispered as I pressed a kiss atop her head.
And we fell asleep like that.
Holding onto each other as tight as we could.
That was until she rolled away from me, and even in my sleep, that wasn’t acceptable.
The End.