Bonus Scene #2
Welcome to the world
Temper
Something pops.
Like a water balloon exploding between my thighs.
Followed by a gush.
Followed by oh no .
Followed by “BONES!”
I’m standing dead center in the middle of the clubhouse, surrounded by half the damn Vultures, with my hands on my swollen stomach and my entire soul evacuating my body because of sheer panic.
Joker drops his pool cue.
Mindfuck’s beer slips out of his hand and hits the floor with a flat thunk.
“Uh…” Domino stares at the puddle beneath me like he’s watching a bomb about to go off. “I think her water just broke.”
“No shit, Sherlock!” I snarl, doubling over as a contraction wraps around my midsection and squeezes like Satan himself is trying to pull these babies out of me.
“Where the fuck is Bones!?” I hiss, looking around wildly.
Reaper raises a brow from where he’s cleaning a knife on the couch. “Garage, I think. Something about fixing the carb—”
“KANE FUCKING MERCER COME RIGHT NOW—” I scream at the top of my lungs, bent over, before my brain has a chance to catch up to me.
Everything stops.
Everything.
The music cuts out. Tank chokes on the bite of his burger. Joker turns to stone.
Ghost’s head lifts so slowly it’s like he’s in a horror movie.
“...Did she just say Kane? ” Mindfuck mutters.
“Call the women in. Now!” Reaper orders.
Ghost whistles low and leans against the bar. “Huh. It finally happened.”
“I never thought I’d ever get to hear that fucker’s legal name,” Tank says, squinting like Bones might materialize from thin air.
“KANE!” I yell again, clutching my belly. I’m in too much pain to process everything right now. “Ooohhh, I am never having sex again,” I groan.
Another contraction slams into me. Faster and stronger than the last one. Is this supposed to go this fast?
I bite down on a scream and grab onto the nearest brother’s vest — poor Domino — who looks like he’d rather wrestle a rabid bear than handle a screaming, hormonal, baby-loaded me.
Then I hear them. Footsteps. Heavy ones. Fast. I feel the familiar rush of energy that always comes before he does — like a tornado blowing in.
And there he is.
Bare arms slick with sweat and grease, hair wild, expression full-on apocalypse mode.
His eyes go straight to me. And the puddle. And the death grip I have on Domino.
“Oh shit,” he breathes.
“OH SHIT?!” I scream.
He rushes forward, but I step back and jab a finger at his chest like a loaded gun. “You did this to me! With your filthy hands and your bedroom eyes and your goddamn smirk!”
Tears spring in my eyes and I start wailing. “And now they all know your name! I screamed it by mistake. Twice! I’m sorry!”
“I don’t care,” he says, already grabbing my hand and shouting for keys. “I don’t give a fuck if the King of England knows my damn name. You’re in labour, baby.”
“They’re coming too fast!” I wail again. “I feel like I’m about to explode! I’m not ready! My vagina’s not ready! It’s not stretched enough for two!”
Mindfuck cackles from across the room.
Bones scoops me up like a fucking Viking raider and barrels toward the clubhouse doors. “Hold it in, baby. Just a few minutes. Until we get to the hospital. You can do it.”
“That’s your delusion talking,” I grunt in his arms, digging my nails in the back of his neck just as another contraction goes through me.
“I got you,” he says, kissing my forehead like I’m not trying to drill through his skin right now. “I swear, Temper. I’ve got you.”
“You’re sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life. I’m not doing this ever again,” I cry.
“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, grinning wildly. “I’ll just take you for another one-on-one paintball match and you’ll forget all about it,” he whispers to himself, but I hear it.
I dig my nails harder into his skin.
From behind us, I hear Mindfuck yell out, “Don’t forget to tell the nurse his legal name, too, so she can put it on the birth certificates!”
“Middle name’s Alexander,” I scream over my shoulder.
“Fuckin’ traitor,” Bones groans as he puts me down gently in the truck and slams the door.
“Love you too, Kane. Now drive like your balls depend on it.”
“Last one, Temperance. You’re almost there.”
That’s a fucking lie if I ever heard one.
I glare at the doctor with all the heat of hellfire and bite down a scream as another contraction rolls through me. My body’s shaking. My vision is swimming. Bones’ hand is in mine and I’m crushing his fingers like they’re made of play-doh.
“Push, baby,” he whispers, his voice raw. “You’re doing so good. You’ve got this.”
“I swear to God,” I hiss with all the venom I can muster while actively evicting two tiny humans from my body, “if you ever do this to me again, I will rip your dick off and feed it to Adora’s evil cat.”
He kisses my forehead, completely unbothered. “I love you too, baby.”
“Push!” the nurse urges.
I scream through it with all the strength I can muster. Like the entire world is cracking open beneath me.
And then I finally hear it — a cry. A sharp, beautiful sound. Our baby.
The doctor cheers and announces, “We’ve got a baby boy!”
Bones lets out a broken laugh, leaning over to kiss me again, his lips brushing my temple.
“One more, baby,” he whispers. “You’re almost done.”
“You can say that after you get a bowling ball ripped out of your asshole,” I growl.
Another contraction. Another push. And this time, the cry is softer. But no less powerful. A delicate little wail that punches me straight through the heart.
“A perfect baby girl,” the nurse coos.
I collapse, completely wrung out, sweat-soaked, tears running down my cheeks. Everything aches. My heart is galloping like a wild horse. And all I can do is cry.
They’re here. They’re finally here.
And they’re ours.
Bones presses a kiss to my knuckles, eyes shining with unshed tears.
My whole body is shaking.
I’m soaked in sweat, trembling, wrecked in ways I didn’t know I could be wrecked — but none of it matters. Not when the nurse gently lays two tiny, squirming bundles on my chest.
One breathes fire with his cries, red-faced and furious.
The other blinks slowly, like she already knows everything about the world.
I let out a sound I can’t control. A sob. A laugh. A prayer. My arms curl instinctively around them, pulling them close. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
“Hi,” I whisper, voice raw. “Hi, babies. It’s me. I’m your mom.”
My son quiets a little, his cheek mashed against my chest.
My daughter lets out a delicate snort, unimpressed by any of us.
“Of course you’re dramatic,” I murmur to her. “You’re mine.”
I feel Bones beside me — silent, reverent. His hand finds mine, and together we just stare.
Two hearts. Two lives. Right here in my arms.
“I love you,” he says, voice breaking. “All three of you. So fucking much.”
The nurse leans in, gently, carefully. “We’ll just take them now to get checked, okay? They’ll be right back.”
I nod, but it’s like pulling pieces of myself apart when she lifts them away. I want to scream wait , want to hold them just one second longer.
“Go with them,” I whisper, voice cracking. “Make sure they’re okay, Bones. Go.”
He hesitates, torn.
“Go,” I whisper again, blinking up at him. “I’ll be fine. Just go.”
He leans down and kisses me, soft and slow. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”
And then he’s gone, following the nurses and the twins out of the room.
The second he leaves, sleep pulls me under.
It’s the soft murmur that wakes me.
Not the machines. Not the nurses.
Him.
His voice.
Low. Gentle. Like he’s telling long forgotten secrets of the soul.
I blink slowly, groggy and sore, head lolling toward the sound.
He’s sitting in the corner of the room, both babies in his arms. His big, calloused hands cradle them like they’re made of glass. He’s got this look on his face — like he’s been to war and came back with the most precious thing in the world.
“My girl’s got your mom’s defiant chin,” he whispers to the baby bundled in pink. “And her lungs. God help me.”
Then he shifts his gaze to the blue bundle in his other arm.
“And you, little man. You’ve already got fists like a fighter. Probably gonna break shit before you’re even walking.”
He leans down and presses kisses to both their foreheads, his voice cracking.
“I’m gonna keep you safe. Both of you. No matter what. I swear it.”
My chest tightens so hard it hurts.
“Hey,” I croak.
His head snaps up. His face lights up like sunrise. “Temper.”
He’s by my side in two steps, babies still in his arms. His eyes are suspiciously red. His voice is thick.
“You okay?”
I nod, blinking at the two perfect faces squished against his chest. “Are they...?”
“Perfect,” he breathes. “They’re perfect. Mama just left to bring the bag. We forgot it,” he smiles.
He sits on the edge of the bed, and I reach for them with trembling arms. He carefully lays both babies across my chest, and just like that... they’re home.
Our son. Our daughter. Our whole world.
Amelia, named after the only mother I had as a child. And Harrison, named after Pops. Bones and I each got to name one.
“They look like you,” I whisper, kissing their little foreheads.
He chuckles. “Fuck, they sure don’t. I was an ugly baby.” He leans in, brushing a finger over our daughter’s forehead. “They look like you. They’re both beautiful.”
I smile, tears slipping down my cheeks. “We did it.”
“No,” he says, brushing hair back from my face. “ You did it.”
He leans down, kisses me slow and deep, and rests his forehead to mine.
Everything is quiet. No noise. No chaos.
Just love.
Just us.
The knock on the door is soft. Suspiciously soft. Which means it’s probably someone trying to behave.
So not Ria.
The door cracks open a second later and Tank ducks through the doorframe, holding a bouquet of slightly squashed flowers in one hand and an overstuffed diaper bag in the other. He smiles at me gently. Behind him, menace manifests. Ria — all pink, dangerous, and vibrating with barely contained energy — squeezes through the doorway, pushing against Tank.
Following them are Ghost and Adora — brooding danger and bright strength wrapped around each other. Ghost’s usual swagger is toned down, like he’s trying to fit himself into a smaller frame for the sake of hospital walls. Adora’s carrying a gift bag with tissue paper that looks like it was mauled by a bear.
Tank shuts the door behind them carefully, eyes on the babies swaddled against my chest.
“Everyone else is outside,” he says, walking toward me slowly. “Nurse said only a few at a time. We tried arguing, but she wouldn’t budge.”
Ria snorts. “I told her we’d be quiet.”
“Which you’ve never been in your life,” Ghost mutters, grabbing a chair and dragging it next to my bed smoothly. “Sit,” he says to Adora. She rolls her eyes but listens.
“She said at least five of the bikers looked like walking felonies,” Adora adds, dryly. “And Tank scared a baby on the way up.”
“That baby looked judgy, ” Tank grumbles, setting the flowers on the windowsill.
I’m grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. My arms tighten around the babies instinctively. My heart’s still raw, stretched thin — but knowing the people I call family are here and also out there, settles something deep inside my soul.
Ria is already leaning over the bed, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. She presses a finger to my daughter’s cheek gently, like it’s the most precious thing she’s ever touched. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “They’re so small. Like little marshmallows.”
Ghost, of all people, looks emotional. Ghost. I would’ve expected it from Tank if I had to put my money on it.
“They got your nose,” he says to Bones quietly.
Bones smiles, tired but proud. “Nah. They’re all Temper.”
“They’re perfect,” Adora says softly, placing the gift bag by the side of the chair. “You look like hell, Temper.”
“Thanks,” I rasp. “That was the goal.”
“Don’t worry, I brought dry shampoo,” Ria beams, making me laugh softly.
Tank crouches next to the bed, resting his arms on the mattress so he’s eye level with my daughter. His big hand gently brushes her tiny foot through the blanket.
“She smiled at me.”
“She’s asleep,” Ghost points out.
“She smiled. ”
“He’s got your temper already, biker boy,” Ria says, brushing my son’s fisted hand with her thumb. “He looks like he’s about to start a fight.”
“Definitely mine,” Bones mutters.
Ghost crosses his arms, but his expression is soft. “The rest of the crew’s going feral out there. Joker was trying to bribe a nurse when we left them, Reaper was threatening to just walk in, and Layla and Theresa were trying to sneak their way in. They were caught. And then Francesca was caught doing the same thing. With Luca in tow.”
“Tell them to wait their turn,” I say, exhausted but full of warmth. “Not cause any trouble.”
Ria wipes her eyes. “Dammit, I’m gonna cry. Tank, I don’t want to cry.”
Tank leans over and kisses her temple. “It’s ok to cry sometimes, tiny lady.”
“Ugh,” she groans. “Why do I love you?”
Ghost smirks at Bones. “So… how’s it feel, old man?”
Bones runs a hand over his face, then looks down at the twins. “Like I just got hit by a truck full of love and panic.”
I laugh, letting my head rest against his shoulder. “You gonna cry again?”
“I didn’t cry,” he denies swiftly.
Everyone chuckles. Eventually, the four of them settle in, quieting down.
I’ve never felt more safe.
Or more loved.