Parting Gift
Greer
“Is that a helicopter?” Creed asks from the couch across from me.
“Winnie just arrived.” I don’t even need to check to see. Not that I’m getting up anytime soon. Sitting wrapped up in Havoc’s arms is exactly where I want to be.
Creed walks over to look out the window. “She’s just landing in the middle of the road.”
“Laws are more like suggestions to Winnie.” I put my head back down on Havoc's shoulder.
“The party has arrived.” Winnie struts in, walks over, and gives me a hug.
“Another fun story for you,” she whispers in my ear.
“Which one of you hunky men would like to help me carry in the champagne? You know, being pregnant is no reason not to keep a decent cellar. Maybe I’ll gift you one as a baby gift. ”
Bram stands up and walks over to Winnie.
“Well, aren’t you a fine-looking man. I heard you aren’t opposed to fake dating. Are you opposed to having a little fun?”
“Winnie, what did I say?”
“You’re such a party poop. I’m sure he could have handled it. Come along, handsome. If you’re off limits, at least I can enjoy the show.”
Bram grins as his eyes bulge a little bit.
“Is your friend going to leave Bram alive?” Havoc kisses me right under my ear, sending shivers down my whole body.
“No promises. Bram isn’t for her. She needs someone who can handle a woman like her.”
“Have you met my friend, Bishop?”
Oh, no. “Do tell.”
The sound of dozens of motorcycles descends upon us.
“I’ll go help bring in the drinks.” Creed walks out, leaving us relatively alone in a house full of people.
“Are you sure about all of this?” I whisper the question I’ve wanted to ask since he walked in like a knight rescuing the damsel who wasn’t quite in distress anymore.
“Am I sure about what?”
“Me? Us? I can’t handle it if you change your mind again.”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
This is it. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life because I’m not letting you go.
If you run, I’ll hunt you down. More than that, I want you to know that you have my trust. No more doubts.
You’ve done more than enough for my son alone to reinforce the fact that I can trust you with everything important in my life. ”
“Everything?” It feels wicked just asking that.
“What do you want?”
“To ride your motorcycle after the baby is born.”
“Done.”
“No, not as the passenger. I want to ride your motorcycle.”
“Greer, no one drives my motorcycle but me. You can ride on the back, or I’ll make you your own. But no one drives mine but me.”
“You said everything. That would show me you really trust me.”
“She’s got you there, my friend.” Rogue walks up with Dylan by his side. “The next thing you know, there will be a minivan in the garage.”
“Not happening. I have two perfectly good SUVs.” Havoc squeezes me tight. “If you need a mommy-mobile, we can get a custom one for you, but we aren’t a minivan family.”
Uh-oh. “So about that. I can explain.”
Rogue starts laughing his head off.
A police siren silences the room.
“Who called the cops?” Creed asks.
“Don’t worry, that’s just Leonie.” Winnie pats him on the back. “Hopefully, she brought that fine partner of hers.”
“Look who I found.” Bear walks in with a massive box in his arms and Cordelia by his side.
She gives me a smile and a wave. “Ottilie came with Leonie. I think Ottilie drove, so Leonie might need a drink STAT.”
“On it.” Winnie grins. “Oh, since this is starting to feel like a party, where’s Darrel? He’d make the perfect pinata. This way, everyone could have some fun hitting him.”
“Is she serious?” Havoc whispers in my ear.
“Deadly.” I grin back at her. “Sorry, but he didn’t make it out of my cabin. His parents are going to have to find another heir.”
“Well, that’s no fun.” She walks away, pouting.
“She scares me.” Bram stares after her. “Has she met Bishop yet? They’d be perfect for each other.”
“Talking about a party…” That’s all the warning Havoc gives me before he stands up, carrying me through the house.
“Put me down.” I try to wriggle out of his arms, which really isn’t the smartest idea.
“In a minute. I’ve got something to do.” Everyone follows him out into the front yard, gathering around.
Is this some weird biker gang tradition that I don’t know about? Not that I know many…any.
“Since you’re all here. I wanted to officially introduce all of you to Greer Hestons, my old lady, and to announce that we’re expecting.”
A deafening cheer goes up.
“Excuse me, did he just call Greer old?” Cordelia doesn’t bother to lower her voice, though she probably thinks she’s whispering, as loud as her ears must be ringing.
“It’s a good thing,” Creed responds.
“Calling a woman old is never good.”
“Did you just claim me or something?” I ask Havoc as he walks back towards the front door.
“Sure did.”
I should be irritated, but it was kind of sweet in a weirdly noisy way. “Without asking for my permission?”
“You’re the one who asked if I was going to change my mind. I just showed you that I’m all in. It’s the four of us from now on.”
“Men usually do that with a ring when down on one knee.”
“We’ll do that too.”
The sound of my garage door opening distracts me from this kiss I was about to get from him. That man needs to learn that you don’t just confess your love to someone and forget to kiss them. “We should go inside now.”
“Greer, what is that?”
“I tried to tell you.”
“WHAT IS THAT THING IN YOUR GARAGE?”
Rogue walks out of the garage laughing like a hyena.
Havoc looks like his head is about to explode.
“Rothswyler got it for me. They’re very practical when you have children. Wait, where is he? I thought you said he helped rescue me.”
“The last time I saw him, he was in the clubhouse talking to Everett and Rage.” Creed looks around. “That’s odd. I don’t remember seeing any of them.”
“Excuse me.” A blonde woman walks up to us. “I seem to have come at the wrong time. I’m looking for Greer Hestons.”
“That’s me.” I wave from Havoc’s arms. He still seems to be in too much shock to speak or let me down. “How can I help you?”
“Rothswyler sent me. I’m your new housekeeper and nanny.”
What? Why would he send me a housekeeper? Rothswyler always has a reason. “We’re having a party right now. But if you want to pick a bedroom, feel free to set your things down and have some fun.”
She nods.
“What’s your name?”
“Ilia.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“Greer.” Havoc found his voice again, it seems. “That thing has to go. We are not keeping a minivan.”
I can’t resist leaning down and kissing his shell-shocked lips.
“We’re still not keeping the minivan.” His lips lock on mine.
The end…