Epilogue
Finleigh
Several months later.
B rute brings the infant carrier into the clubhouse while Axl carries my exhausted body. My head leans on his chest, and my eyes are closed. It’s quiet today, a little too quiet, and when I hear a hushed “Surprise!” ring out, my heart thumps wildly in my chest.
Streamers and balloons hang throughout the reconstructed warehouse, along with a huge table of presents and a three-tiered cake in both pink and blue frosting. Everyone eagerly waits to learn the sex of the baby because until they came screaming into the world, we were clueless.
Fresh tears spring to my eyes when I notice the large, cushioned rocking chair and bassinet in the corner. They’re the exact ones I’d been viewing online a week ago. My eyes seek out the man I know got them for us because he was the only one with me.
“Viking,” I call, and his head pops up from the back of the crowd. “Thank you.”
He’s not one to show much emotion, and I’ve freaked him out on more than one occasion by being too emotional around him, so I try to keep myself in check.
“Fucker,” Axl grumbles as he follows me to the chair and gets comfortable before Brute carries our baby over.
“Come on; we’re dying here. Boy or girl?” Trista, who has become my closest friend here, rubs her hands together in anticipation.
Smiling softly as I rub my face through his soft, dark hair, I reply, “Boy, and his name is Brody Williams-Barnes.”
I went into labor on our honeymoon, and we still hadn’t settled on a name until I cradled him in my arms. It was then that I asked my new husbands if we could all change our names to the hyphenated version, so there would never be any debate about who we belonged to. They eagerly agreed.
“Perfection, princess.” Brute kisses the top of my head. When he held Brody for the first time, he was so at peace. I’d never seen him like that before. It was humbling for both Axl and me.
“Twenty hours of labor, and she barely made a sound,” Axl boasts proudly.
It was rough, and there were moments I thought my body would literally explode, but my guys were in a panic the entire time, and I didn’t need them leveling threats. Focusing on them made things easier for me.
“Knew she’d be a rockstar,” Dick suddenly says, a broad grin on his face as he comes forward. “Can I?”
I give him the go-ahead, and he gently slips the baby from my arms, taking him to Candy, who has tears in her eyes.
“Grammy is going to love on you so hard, Brody.”
Candy is so excited to be a grandmother. There was a moment when she’d asked me if she would have that honor because she wasn’t blood. I’d been horrified she thought otherwise.
When my parents finally stepped up and answered my calls, the only thing they asked was if the baby had been killed and if I was marrying Shawn, despite knowing he was indirectly responsible for what happened. We haven’t spoken since, and I doubt we ever will again.
“Oh, goody!” Amber, Trista, and Macy excitedly rush outside, leaving me confused, but when Brute and Axl share a look, I realize they’ve done something.
“What did you two do?” My eyes narrow as I hear car doors slamming.
“Nothing,” they answer in unison. Before I can accuse them of lying, the girls re-enter the building, only with more people.
“Nora!” Much as I’d love to run to her, my body isn’t ready for that kind of activity.
“Finleigh,” she breathes out and strides over to me.
Wrapping me up in a warm hug, it’s the first time we’ve seen each other since before my attack.
“Lord, I’ve missed you!” She tears up as she pulls back.
“You look good for someone who just pushed a watermelon out of a grape.” We share a laugh until I hear matching squeals I’d recognize anywhere.
“Finny!” Bridget and Nicole come rushing over, kneeling in front of me.
“How in the world did you guys get here so quickly?” They’ve all been in different parts of the world, with jam-packed schedules.
Three sets of eyes land on my husbands. I should have known.
“We are so sorry we couldn’t make it for the wedding.” Bridget grips my hand with sincerity. “We did make it for the most important part, though. Where is my little nephew?” Her head turns until she spots Brody in Candy’s arms.
“How’d you know it was a boy?” I ask as Candy places him in my lap.
Bridget shrugs while unwrapping him so they all can see his face. “The way you were carrying him in the last few weeks. Boys sit lower.”
The day is a whirlwind of activity, with everyone passing Brody around and getting their baby fix, yet I don’t think I’ve moved once. Everyone caters to me, and I kind of love it. For a group of badass bikers, they sure know how to make a girl feel like a queen.
The End!