“Half an hour.”
“I can work with that.”
“I imagine you can, daddy.”
“Fuck, do you know how hot is when you call me that?”
She turns around and flashes her ass, sticking it out. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Fuck yeah,” I growl.
Epilogue 1
2 years later
Harlee
“Carter!” I scream from the bathroom, clutching my stomach.
I hear his feet stomping on the steps as he rushes to me. “What? Is it the baby?
“What the fuck do you think you asshole! I’m standing in a fucking puddle of water here.”
He scoops me up calmly, and carries me down the stairs. “Where are the kids?”
“Ellie is at a sleepover, remember. And Raiden is in bed. I’ll call Briggs and have him send TT over to watch him.”
Tiny Tits had her final surgery and we had her stay with us while she recovered. She didn’t go over the top like the other girls that are part of The Stable, her tits suit her body, not too big not too small. Which is why she says she can’t change her nickname since technically she still has tiny tits. TT now bartends for the new bar the club owns, and is even in charge of managing the books and the hiring process. Half the time she sends the girls to The Stable instead, since they are too busy trying to get laid. Briggs, the new President, took one look at her when she showed up here, and was instantly head over heels, not giving a shit that she was born a man. He made sure to punch out anyone that said shit to her or him, which has happened only once, and that guy hasn’t been seen since. You can probably guess what really happened to him. They actually have plans to adopt, and if that doesn’t work they are going to find someone to be their surrogate. TT helps out with the kids when needed too, they call her their Auntie Tee, they absolutely adore her, just like I do.
It’s been two years since we’ve been back together, and I didn’t imagine life would be so full and happy. I found out I was pregnant with Raiden a week after we buried my father, and since Carter didn’t have a say in Ellie’s name, I let him have full control of our second child’s. Although I thought the name was stupid as shit I didn’t fight him on it.
Now though, with another one coming, all we’ve been doing is fighting about baby names. I want to name him Ethan but Carter hates the name. Says it’s the name of a sissy. He wants to call him Wesson, like the gun. I kind of like it but I won’t tell him that. Not yet anyway.
Carter places me on the couch as he calls Briggs and we wait for TT. “The contractions aren’t too bad this time around,” I tell him.
“Good.” When I was in labor for Raiden, I had never seen him so scared in my life, but this time, he looks calm and collected.
He’s kept his promise to me as well, he’s never strayed, and he changed so much around the club. He turned the second clubhouse into a bar. Sure, they still do illegal shit, but the only club girls they have now work at The Stable as far as I know. Sure, men still get their side pussy whenever they want to, but I haven’t had to worry about Carter, not once. What his men do isn’t my business. As long as my man comes home to me and he is honest with me we’re cool. There have been temptations for him but when he’s on the road, we have video chats. We’ve gotten pretty creative with keeping things exciting.
Although most of the time we are content just to be together. The kids keep us busy and with a third on the way, Carter has his wish. I stay home to take care of the kids, but I have been taking online classes for my associate degree.
TT finally arrives and the mo
ment Raiden sees her he lights up.
“Come to Auntie Tee,” she calls to him. He instantly goes to her and she take him in her arms. “We’ll be fine. You two go deliver us a healthy baby.” She smiles at me and I kiss her cheek.
“Thanks, babe. Carter will call you later with an update.”
Once Carter shuffles me out the door and into the car we make it to the hospital in record time with our club escort.
I look at their cuts as they pull away from the emergency room and it makes me feel like my dad is here with me today watching out for me in his own way.
Hours later, I hold our new son in my arms. Wesson Ethan Runyon. I look up at my husband and smile. “I love you.”
He leans down, kissing our son, then me. “I love you too, Harlee. Always.”
Epilogue 2