Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Marie
“Can I say that I strongly advise against high speed motorcycle chases for the rest of this pregnancy?” Dr. Royal asks, scrubbing his face before pulling on a pair of gloves.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say sarcastically.
“Sorry,” he mutters, grabbing the ultrasound cart and sitting beside me. “You lead a very interesting life.”
“While it was a calculated decision, the end result wasn’t planned,” Lore grunts from the wall.
“I would hope not.”
“Bubble wrap isn’t an option,” Ransom says. “I refuse to put Marie in a cage because she’s pregnant or if there may be danger. That’s not love.”
Storm releases a deep, uncomfortable breath from where he’s hunched over watching me, and I raise my hand over my head to get his attention. I changed into a sweatsuit for the drive home, and that’s what I’m wearing now. Except, for the first time in a long while, the clothes actually belong to me.
They recently took me on a shopping trip in the city to refill my closet, and I now love everything inside of it. While there will always be times when I want to wear their clothes instead of mine, at least now it’s not due to a lack of my own.
Storm gets up to stand behind my head to hold my hand, and Dr. Royal begins to explain what he’s doing. He asks for permission before pushing up my sweatshirt and pulling my waistband down to expose my lower stomach, and even reminds me that the ultrasound jelly will be cold.
I’m pretty sure he’s doing this so none of my alphas will shoot him over a misunderstanding, but I appreciate the normalcy of it. I used to fill in for the maternity ward periodically when they were short staffed, so I know how these appointments work.
“Let’s find a heartbeat,” Dr. Royal murmurs, almost in prayer.
I find my eyes closing as he begins to move the Doppler over my skin, and Storm has to tap my chest twice to remind me to breathe.
It’s a wordless command, one I find myself following without thinking.
The sound of the fetal Doppler abruptly changes from the whomp-shush as it passes over my placenta to the thumping of a heartbeat as Dr. Royal finds my baby, and I gasp in a sob as I open my eyes.
“Baby is perfect,” Dr. Royal says softly, his eyes on the monitor. “They’re growing at the right pace, and I don’t think you need to worry. Watch for spotting just in case, call me if you want, you know the drill.”
I laugh through my tears because while his tone has a “business as usual” cadence to it, it’s rare that he offers his number to anyone.
“Congratulations,” he says. “Babies are very resilient, and so is Marie. I doubt bubble wrap will be necessary.”
Storm cracks a smile, bending over to kiss my temple. A tear that isn’t mine splashes onto my skin, and when I glance over at my alphas against the wall to check on them, they are also crying.
Wilder doesn’t even bother to wipe them away, his eyes on the monitor as he watches the tiny squiggles where our baby is. The air is charged with emotion, and I can feel it through my bonds as well.
Royal carefully cleans off the ultrasound gel on my stomach and puts the ultrasound wand away before looking over at me.
“Take a few weeks off from the hospital,” he says. “There’s no way you’ll be able to walk on your ankle anyway. In fact, we’re going to x-ray it now.”
“Adrain,” I groan. “It only hurts because I fell on it when I was thrown off the bike.”
He whistles loudly to drown out my complaints, shaking his head.
“I’ll be back with a wheelchair,” he grumbles, standing as my alphas hide their amusement.
Great. No one is going to save me from the grumpy doctor. I love this for me.
Wilder
It’s right around our very late breakfast when Lore gets a text to check the news. Storm walks into the living room to turn on the television, and increases the volume so we can hear.
“Reports are that no one knows who set the fire. There are half dressed women fleeing the property, and it appears several people were killed in the fire,” the reporter says.
“Trisha, you can see the black cloud of smoke for miles, and I’d suggest everyone stay inside because the fumes are potent.
Police are saying an organization down the road has had some conflicts with these bikers in the past, and they’re running down whatever leads they can find. Please stay tuned for more soon.”
“I really hope Devon has an alibi,” Lore mutters.
His phone buzzes again, and he glances down to read the message. Snorting in amusement, he turns the phone so I can read it.
Devon
Yes, Dad. I’m covered. The cops are chasing their tails. I wasn’t anywhere near their clubhouse.
“Well that answers that,” Ransom chuckles.
“I think this calls for some celebration,” I murmur, grinning.
“I’m not allowed on my ankle,” Marie pouts. The doctor says her ankle is sprained, and to stay off of it for a few days. We’re happily carrying her around, and Ransom asked if we can make a backpack to carry her around in.
Marie smacked him in the back of the head in response. I think it was perfectly appropriate.
“You don’t need to bear weight on your ankle to watch us run a train on Ransom,” Lore chuckles.
“Why me?” he asks, a deep blush filling his face.
“Because I always keep my promises,” Lore says, shrugging. “I promised myself that we were all going to take your sweet ass as a bonding activity. Are you up for it?”
Ransom pulls his waistband down with a smirk, showing off half of his very erect shaft.
“Are we knotting him?” Storm asks, his gaze on Ransom as he pulls his pants back up. “Baby, those need to be going in the opposite direction for what we’re planning.”
“Fuck,” Ransom murmurs, biting his lip.
“I believe that’s the point,” Marie rasps. “If you’re a very good boy, I’ll be your plaything, Ransom.”
“Sugar, you’re too good to me,” he purrs.
“Meet you upstairs,” Storm says, starting to grab plates.
“Leave them,” I grunt, moving around the island to pick Marie up into a bridal style carry. “Where are we doing this?”
“Pack bed,” Lore says, following me.
Storm and Ransom bring up the rear, though Storm also takes a side trip to turn off the television first.
Marie grins as she buries her face in my shoulder, and I kiss her forehead.
“You know you fucking love our insanity,” I tease her, taking the stairs at a fast pace.
“I do. There’s never a dull moment in this house.”
Walking into our bedroom, I set her gently on the bed. Before I’d toss her onto the mattress, but she has bruises blooming all over her body from the motorcycle crash.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, pulling off my clothes to follow her onto the bed as she scoots backward.
“I’d tell you if I wasn’t,” she says, stripping off her clothes before burrowing under the sheets.
My lips twitch, knowing the house is cold.
“I’ll turn up the air,” Storm says, pulling out his phone. We’re all together now, just as it should be.
“Did you connect the air conditioner to your phone?” Marie asks.
“Of course. We have a lot of fucking stairs, Kitty.”
“Leg day,” Ransom sneezes. “Sorry, I had to get that out. I’m good now.”
Lore picks him up in a fireman’s carry and dumps him on the bed saying, “Today it’s asshole stretching day. Hope you’re ready.”
“I've been wearing a knotted plug while running and working out. Bring it, Alpha,” he grins.
“That explains why he’s always so happy when he’s working out,” Marie laughs.
Ransom winks at her, covering her body with his to kiss her. He slowly unwraps her from the blankets as the heater kicks on, and Marie sighs happily as the warm air floods our bedroom. I’ll happily sweat so she can remain warm if it makes her content.
“I guess I need to see how well his exercises are working,” Storm murmurs, his joggers forgotten on the ground as he settles behind Ransom.
Spreading his cheeks wide, Storm begins to eat Ransom’s asshole, making Ransom moan as he hides his face in her breasts.
“His tongue is wicked,” she says.
“The piercing. Ah fuck,” Ransom moans.
“Find something to do with your mouth, or I’ll do it for you,” Lore murmurs, stroking his cock as he gets comfortable on the bed.
“Oh no, whatever shall we do?” Marie asks wide eyed.
“Damn, I think you just changed the game, Pet,” he croons, moving to his knees so his cock bobs in front of her lips.
“Fuuuck,” Ransom gasps. “Storm, you’re going to make me come just with your ass play.”
“Can’t have that,” Storm smirks, catching the lube I toss his way.
“Adjust yourself to fuck our omega while Storm fucks you,” Lore instructs. There’s nothing he loves more than to be bossy as hell.
He adds more pillows behind Marie’s back so she’s comfortable, and Ransom braces his body over hers carefully. Pumping the base of his shaft, he leads it to her entrance, coating it with her slick as she starts to suck Lore’s cock.
“You’re such a pillow princess,” Ransom teases her, licking her nipple as he pushes his cock inside of her slowly.
“Mmm. Don’t knock it till you try it,” Lore growls. “You’re not going to be doing anything but take cock and suck it too.”
“It sounds like my lucky…Storm, fuck. Do you have to…Goddamn.”
My lips twitch as I watch Storm push a third finger into Ransom’s ass. It’s almost done innocently, like, “what did I do? I didn’t do nuthin’.”
“We’re going to torture you so good,” I chuckle. “Getting run through by your pack includes edging you. Did no one tell you that?”
“Fucking small print,” Ransom mutters, thrusting forward as he opens his mouth wide for Lore.
“You’re doing so good,” he purrs, his hand cupping the back of Ransom’s neck as he pulls his cock free of Marie’s lips and feeds it to him. “Remember you don’t need to breathe to be fucked.”
Storm removes his fingers, and liberally covers his cock with lube. He isn’t gentle when he thrusts into Ransom’s tight hole, and Marie moans as Storm fucks Ransom’s dick all the way inside of her.