Epilogue
Ace – Ten Years Later
I grin as Jacob, my seven-year-old, runs after his big brother Sean, now eleven, and a fucking spitting image of me, laughing at his little brother.
Jacob has my eye color and his mama’s light reddish brown hair while Sophia, his twin sister, has her mama's light green eyes and is the light of her life and her spitting image.
Whereas my boys love football and ice hockey, Sean adamant he’ll go pro with hockey before prospecting for the club, Sophia loves to paint. She loves art and is pretty fucking amazing at it considering she’s only seven.
Twelve years ago, if someone told me I’d be settled down—with three kids, a wife, two dogs, and three cats, including Chloe, who is old but still going strong—I’d say they were hilarious. Yet here we are.
Fuck we even have two rabbits in the garden.
I shake my head at the boys before my eyes go to Sophia, sitting at the picnic bench with her head down, drawing and I smile softly.
She's not at all interested in running around the yard with her brothers too much, though it isn’t a surprise that Beauty, our pure black lab that I brought home as a puppy two years ago for my wife, sleeps by her feet.
We lost Coco due to old age and Pidge was fucking devastated, along with the kids and well, Brit had brought home a puppy and the rest was history.
It’s safe to say Doc fucking owes me.
I try to hide my laughter when Chase, our white Alaskan husky, nearly trips Sean up, and the kid gasps before dodging the climbing frame, Jacob not missing a beat and running around the other way before tackling his big brother onto the ground.
Chase jumps on them and Beauty quickly stands and follows Sophia who runs over jumping on her brothers and their actions make me smile, even as my body remains tense.
Pidge who now runs the Rebel’s Lee Foundation, helping the underprivileged and the abused with Summer's help, she still works in the club's diner, cooking meals five days a week while the kids are in school, is fucking late despite leaving the diner an hour ago and I can’t relax.
She messaged she’d be back soon, but I just fuck, I hate not having her in my sight.
***
I watch my kids, not moving from the porch steps for another twenty minutes, before a body sits next to me, and I physically relax for the first time all day as I wrap my arm around my wife.
She fucking centers me, completes me.
“You’re late, Pidge,” I grunt, and she hums and asks, “Is Sophia really playing with the boys?”
I snort, “Yeah, she does sometimes…” as I look at my beautiful wife.
Her hair is up in a messy bun, barely any makeup, a white t-shirt, my property patch covering it, and her tight skinny jeans that I love so fucking much.
Absolutely gorgeous.
“Hi,” she whispers as we lock eyes, and I melt as I cup her cheek and press my lips against her, giving her a soft sweet kiss despite the twitch in my cock wanting more, while her hand goes to my heart, over where her name, along with our kids, is inked.
“Where have you been, Pidge? I was worried,” I murmur against her lips, and she smiles slightly.
“Worried I was talking to Annie?” she asks with sass, and I roll my eyes.
Brittany introduced them much to all of our dismays, and while Pidge likes to still play pranks on me, which normally end up with us fucking, she’s never played one on the brothers.
Well, except Dirty because he pissed her off when she was nearing the end of her pregnancy with Sean, and he claimed she looked to be carrying triplets.
The fucker didn’t expect the laxatives in his coffee and ended up shitting his pants, which was hilarious.
“You’d never do anything to the brothers,” I remind her, and she sighs.
“No, but I would to you, especially now,” she replies, and I frown, trying to think what I could have done to piss her off, but nothing comes to mind.
I fucking worship the ground she walks on and the only reason why she pulls pranks on me now is because she’s fucking horny and we always end up fucking.
“What did I do?” I ask in confusion, and she winces and says, “More like what did we do…” just as the kids shout, “Hi Mama!”
Pidge blows them kisses before they go about their playing, before she looks back at me, and the fear I haven’t seen in probably seven years now is shining through, and I quickly cup her cheek.
“Pidge?” I ask with concern, and she rasps, “We agreed that we’d only have two kids…”
What does she mean by that?
Is she trying to say she regrets our kids?
Fuck, do I need to contact a therapist or some shit?
"We had twins, Pidge. I'm not sad about it, so why are you?" I ask, concern rushing through me.
She rolls her eyes and admits, “I didn’t mean it like that. I love my kids.” I raise my brows at her tone. She turns to me and says, “I was with Tank, Luca, I felt sick and had an inkling. According to your brother, I’m nine weeks pregnant with twins.”
Shit…
Instead of getting ecstatic like I want, I look at our kids before I look back behind me at the house, and I wince as the conversation Pidge and I had when the twins were born hit me.
This is definitely not what I expected.
Double shit.
"We don't have space for more twins,” I mumble, and she hums as she says, "The club never gave away your old home."
Ah, triple shit…
I drop my head with a groan.
She sets her hand on my leg. “I don’t want to move,” she admits. “I certainly will not be selling this home, the kids can have it when they are older—most likely Sean. But I think it’s time we go home.”
Home.
“I’m not sure I’m ready, Pidge. It’s been ten years since everything with my mother and I just, I still can’t…” My words fade, and she kisses my cheek, making me smile.
“You still don’t need to be near her, Luca,” she whispers. “But we always said, if we were to have another baby, we wouldn’t add onto this house, or buy another, we’d return to the club. Call Dirty."
I huff, showing my reluctance because here we go again.
“Damn super sperm,” I mutter knowing the pill failed again like it had with our other twins, pulling out my phone as Pidge snorts.
I pull up Dirty's number and swallow hard. My kids' laughter floats around my woman and me as she leans against my side and I press his name and put the phone to my ear.
“Brother?” he answers on the second ring, and I huff, “Pidge is pregnant with twins…” making my wife elbow me, and I grin at her.
While yeah, I’m excited to expand our family because, well, our kids are fucking amazing, the idea of packing everything and actually moving back to the club is a hard pill to swallow, hence the huff.
I’m cordial with Mama. I allow her to see the kids as long as Dad is present, but I don’t trust her.
It would have been all right if she let me deal for a while, but she didn’t.
Even after my confession about the drugs, which I haven’t thought about since Sean was born – I was scared I’d fuck up and confessed to Doc and Tank who sat with me for twelve hours until the thoughts went – Mama wouldn’t let it go.
She wouldn’t let me heal. She accused Pidge of using me and taking her son away.
All that did was push me further away, to the point that Dad demanded she leave me be or pack her shit.
“Doc, he’s coming home, he’s fucking returning home with Molly and the kids, she’s fucking pregnant with twins again!
” Dirty shouts a few minutes later after some silence, and I chuckle as Pidge smiles, probably hearing the massive roar from the brothers and Thunders, “And I didn’t even have to hurt myself to get him to give in,” just hitting my ears, and I laugh.
The idiot calmed down after my confession, but he still wouldn’t let me hear the end of it.
Ten years of his constant moaning is enough to drive someone crazy.
My brother whoops, then states, “I’ll be ten minutes with several vans, I’m not letting you change your mind!” before the phone goes dead, and I shake my head.
“It’s for the best,” Pidge whispers, and I sigh as I look at her.
“I know this was a hard decision for you, Pidge,” I murmur.
She nods as she looks at our amazing kids and admits, “It is the right one for our family. There is no way we can expect Sean to share a room. The twins already made their own spaces to be able to share.” She looks at me, her eyes shining.
“Besides, I really love you. That house on the club property is amazing. It’s a house you constructed, and I know you miss it, even if you don’t want to admit it. ”
I half smile. “I do miss it, and I think it won’t be so bad if Mama behaves.”
Pidge nods before she looks at the kids and calls, “Kids, I baked some cookies’ they’re in the kitchen,” and they look our way with big smiles before excitement expands when I add, “Also, Uncle Dirty is on his way, we’re moving to the club.”
“Mama’s having another baby?!” Sean asks with excitement, and I grin and admit, “Two babies, we’re having twins!”
The kids cheer and rush over to us along with the dogs, and Pidge giggles as Sophia wraps her arms around her neck while Sean and Jacob press their hands against her stomach, and I swear everything in me settles as I press my lips against my wife’s head.
The worry about living near Mama fades and I know this is the right move for us as a family. The brothers have wanted us to move back. My kids also wanted to live behind the clubhouse and even though I wasn’t ready, fate has taken that out of my hands.
I smile as I watch my girl dote over our kids, and I know her being pushed into my bike was the best day of my fucking life. Moving back next door to my brother, where my kids can play with their cousins, life will only get more hectic and fucking perfect.
All the brothers have settled down and their women keep having kids, making our next generation.
The club is growing fast, business has almost tripled in the last ten years, my dad is finally on my side and has my trust again, and my wife is no longer afraid.
She helps me heal every day while my mama now understands we can’t have a relationship.
What more could a man fucking want than this life?
Hmm, maybe a few more kids after the twins are born…