Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“No,” she sputtered, knowing I could get her to promise me just about anything when my head was between her sexy thighs.
Laughing, I slipped my arm around her waist and guided her over to the SUV I bought the day after we found out she was pregnant.
I would never force her into anything she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to be done after having our little girl, I would agree. But I was still gonna have fun trying to convince her.
“We’ll figure it out when the time comes, princess,” I told her as I helped her into her seat. Then I kissed the tip of her nose and smirked. “Until then, I’ll just have to practice my powers of persuasion.”
EPILOGUE
MOLLY
The birthday parties we threw for our children had always been more than a little over the top, probably because of the nostalgia since that was how Maverick and I had met. But this one was a little wild, even for us.
“Having fun, princess?” Maverick asked, coming up behind me and pulling my back against his chest as he wrapped his arm around my stomach.
“How could I not be?” I gestured toward all of the party rentals surrounding us. “We have bounce houses galore, cotton candy, shaved ice with a million flavor options, a taco truck, an entire petting zoo, and carnival games. There’s something for everyone.”
He chuckled, his breath hot against my neck and sending a shiver down my spine. “I probably should’ve forced Chase to make up his mind when he tossed out so many ideas for his party. It’s a literal zoo around here.”
We were surrounded by shrieking kids—a few of them ours—and a ton of bikers and their old ladies. Everyone was having a blast celebrating our son’s sixth birthday. I had never seen Chase happier, and we hadn’t even gotten to presents yet.
“We should do the cake soon, then gifts,” I suggested.
“Sure thing, princess.” Maverick squeezed me and brushed a kiss against the top of my head. “I’ll go round up the kids if you want to grab the cake.”
“Will do.”
I headed inside the clubhouse—which had changed so much over the years as our Iron Rogues family grew by leaps and bounds. It reminded me more of the Silver Saints clubhouse than the place I’d walked into so many years ago after Maverick had brought me here. It'd been inevitable with so many of his club brothers claiming their old ladies and having babies.
I stuck six candles into the dinosaur cake and lit them, then walked outside to sing and watch my boy blow them out. There was a whole table full of other desserts—plus the cotton candy and flavored ices—but that didn’t stop us from devouring the chocolate fudge cake with green icing. When that was done and the table where Chase sat was cleared, Maverick and a few of the guys brought out the presents.
Chase tore into the wrapping paper, tossing it over his shoulder as he exclaimed over each gift. I thought we had saved ours for last, but after he opened the new game system he’d been begging for, my brother called, “There’s one more from your aunt and me.”
Heaving a deep sigh, I pinched the bridge of my nose between my index finger and thumb as I watched him roll a mini, gas-powered bike toward us. It was the other gift Chase had asked for, but we’d decided to hold off for at least another year since he wasn’t old enough yet. But only because I’d resorted to sexual bribery to get Maverick to agree with my decision.
“Awesome,” Chase cried, jumping out of his seat to run over to his uncle. “Is there gas in it? I wanna go for a ride!”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I tapped my foot on the ground and shook my head. “Nope. Absolutely not.”
The bike my brother had gotten for my son was adorable, but there was no way I would let him ride it right now. No matter how much he pouted.
“Aw,” Chase grumbled.
“C’mon, sis. Don’t be a spoilsport,” Dane complained. “Chase is big for his age, and he’s been on the back of Maverick’s bike a ton of times.”
“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll keep a close eye on him. He’ll be fine,” my husband reassured me.
“Only if Luna gets to ride too. Since she’s actually old enough for the damn thing if we go by the age listed on the box that I’m sure my brother purposely didn’t keep it in because he didn’t want me to see it,” I insisted, glaring at Dane.
“Fuck,” Maverick groaned, raking his fingers through his thick hair.
“So now you’re worried?” I asked. “If it’s safe enough for Chase to ride when he’s only six, then it’s safe enough for Luna. ”
Dane shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re still harping on about that double standard shit when we’re all grown up with children of our own.”