“Everyone’s already inside. What took you so long?” he asked, nodding to me.
I grinned, and he rolled his eyes. “Harley, cover your ears,” he ordered, making her fall into a fit of giggles. She had the most adorable fucking laugh, making us laugh right along with her. “Jesus Christ, bro. Let your ol’ lady breathe. She’s already knocked up. Don’t need somethin’ else inside of her,” he chuckled.
“Gotta take it when I can with a whole bunch of cock blockers runnin’ around.”
We both laughed.
It didn’t take long for Mia to show up with Luke. I grabbed my boy from her arms, giving her the what the fuck look for carrying him again. To this day my woman never fucking listened to me. But goddamn did she make me hard as fuck, walking in wearing her Property of Creed cut. Her mom grabbed him out of my arms, kissing all over his face. Talking to him in that baby gibberish I couldn’t stand. My boy was a man, not baby girl, but I wouldn’t argue with her about it. My ma did the same thing, so it didn't do me any good to try to change it.
Everyone was at the clubhouse for the family barbecue we had every Sunday. It had become my favorite day of the week. The brothers would bring their families, the kids would bring their friends. I built a new warehouse on some land out in the country, not far from our house. It had the works with a pool, acres of land for the kids to all play on with their four wheelers and dirt bikes, and whatever the fuck else they brought over. I even installed a jungle gym playground in the back as a Christmas present for Harley. The look on her face when she saw it was all the thanks I needed. Although, her momma took care of thanking me for her later that night. Which was how we ended up with my new boy in her belly.
I had my one baby girl, all I wanted were boys now. Someone needed to kick some ass and watch her back. I knew they’d make me proud.
Her family and I were on good terms for the most part, other than being a pain in the ass in-laws. Her uncles and old man were possibly considering getting custom choppers of their own and joining the club. End of the Road was nothing like Devil’s Rejects. Never would be. It was all about family, so if they wanted to ride by me, I’d fucking love it.
My life was about my wife, my kids, my brothers, my whole family. The way it always should have been.
“Pippin,” I whispered into Mia’s ear, coming up behind her while she was cleaning vegetables in the sink. Wrapping my arms around her belly, feeling my boy bouncing around. My hands slipping under her shirt, wanting to feel her smooth, silky skin against my fingertips. “How you so smell so fuckin’ good all the time?” I groaned, skimming toward her tits that were fucking huge. You couldn’t even tell she was pregnant from behind. She was all belly like with all her pregnancies.
“Creed,” she giggled, hiding her neck. “Babe, how does a pregnant woman turn you on this much? I’m huge.”
“You’re fuckin’ perfect. Come on, baby, let me in. We can go into our suite, tell everyone you needed a minute to lay down... with my face in between your legs.”
“Creed! Go! You’re up to no good! Go play with Harley.”
“But I wanna play with you.”
She squirmed out of my embrace. “Later, you’re lettin’ me in or I’ll just fuckin’ take it,” I warned, grinning at her.
“Oh my God! You’re insatiable.”
I walked out back, shooting the shit with the boys, her uncles, and old man. Throwing back some beers while we grilled out. Mia walked out sometime later, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Who’s that?” I asked, nodding to the car that had just pulled up.
She looked in my direction. “That’s just Giselle and her on and off again boyfriend or something... I don’t know. I can never keep up with her anymore.”
“Mason know?”
She shrugged. “He’s about to.”
Giselle stepped out of the car, and I never imagined the man who would be following her.
“Mia!” She wrapped her into a hug, pulling away and touching her belly. “I swear you’re so lucky! You’re the cutest pregnant woman in the world. It’s not fair,” Giselle stated, but my eyes were locked with the man stepping up in front of me. Giselle looked back and forth between us. “I don’t have to introduce you, do I?” she teased. “You guys are more than familiar with each other.”
He cocked his head to the side, muttering, “Creed.”
I nodded, breathing out, “Fuckin’ Damien.”