Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
After a while, Grammy steps over to stand next to Seth. “It’s time for you to let someone else hold your daughter.”
After Seth hands her over to Grammy, he walks over to sit on the bed next to Quin. Jealousy cuts through me, and I suddenly have the urge to get home and check on my wife. I’ve run out of patience, and I’m taking her stubborn ass to the doctor if I have to carry her screaming and kicking the whole way.
“That’s my cue to go home and walk your fucking pain in the ass dog.” I kiss my sister’s cheek before smirking at Seth. “I’m training him to piss on your pillow.” Maybe, I’ll bring Moose over to get some exercise and play with his best friend.
“Boys.” Grammy rolls her eyes. “Stop using the dog to get back at each other.”
“Yes, ma’am,” we both mumble, knowing there’s no way in hell we’ll quit fucking with each other any time soon.
Epilogue 2
Oakley
FIVE YEARS LATER
I think Grammy and Quin jinxed us when they teased my husband all those years ago.
“I’m getting my shit snipped,” my husband groans and walks the floor, trying to calm down our three-week-old daughter before her cries wake up the other three girls. Grammy’s prediction came to fruition. Five years and four girls later, Rafe and I are still going strong. After each delivery, Rafe spends the next few months swearing he’s getting a vasectomy, but we both know it’s an empty threat. We aren’t done.
“I happen to like your shit just the way it is.” I walk over and take the squalling infant from him. “Let me see if she’s hungry.”
Rafe sits on the bed and pulls me into his arms. I sit back against my husband’s chest and feed my little piggy while he wraps his arms around both of us. “Do you think Sally, Molly, and Tessa are down for the night?”
“After spending the day with Grammy?” I laugh. “I bet we don’t hear from them until seven am.”
“We’ll be lucky if they make it to six forty-three.” My husband laughs.
So true. Our children love to rise at the break of dawn.
“I love you.” I turn my head to the side and smile up at Rafe.
He groans before leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Stop looking at me like that. We have three more weeks before I can take you up on that invitation.” I can’t help it. Six weeks without my husband’s touch sucks.
“You could spank me for being bad,” I suggest, and my husband groans loudly.
“You’re trying to kill me.” He kisses the side of my neck.
“Nope.” I shake my head and lift Annabelle to my shoulder to burp. “Just trying to keep you on your toes.”
“You only have to breathe to do that.” Rafe takes the sleeping baby from my arms. “Roll over and get some sleep while she’s out. I’ll check on the girls and make sure the house is locked up before I come up to bed.”
My husband places the sleeping baby in her bassinet and turns off the light before walking out of the room. My eyes drift shut as exhaustion overtakes me.
Over the last few years, our life has evolved into a constant circle of sleep deprivation, dirty diapers, and mountains of dirty laundry, but we wouldn’t change a thing. Life with my hot biker architect couldn’t get any better.