“Not at all,” Moon said as she stepped into my arms. “We take care of each other around here, though. None of that macho crap.”
“Hey! We’re men, Mom. We are macho!” Beau flexed his
muscles in a way that I knew was purely Max’s influence but drew a laugh from each of us all the same. “Right, Grandpa?”
Even the old man wasn’t immune to Beau’s charms, smiling wide with a distinct glassiness in his eyes.
With Moon in my arms and Beau looking up at me like I hung the moon, the sun and the stars, it was a damn good feeling. One I never thought I’d ever feel again. The love of a damn fine woman and the most adorable little boy on the planet. One who’d finally kicked his asthma to the curb.
What in the fuck did I do to get so lucky?
I guessed even the rottenest of Bastards got a second chance at love.
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