“You and me both, brother. Life tends to surprise us all. Chelle was the best thing to happen to me. Tessa’s that for you. When it’s right, it’s right. No denyin’ it.”
Easy nodded, his eyes finding Tess introducing Tucker to Stella and Rush. Trip was in his fucking glory being surrounded by real family. Easy hadn’t seen a smile that big on his president’s face since he found out Stella was pregnant.
For the first time.
Now, Stella was pregnant again and they already knew it was another boy.
Trip’s dream was coming full circle.
The man deserved every good thing that came his way. He had sacrificed a lot to create something good here on this farm and in this club. Not just for himself but for everyone involved.
Judge’s long legs ate up the ground between them. “You ready, brother?”
Was he? “Yeah.” But he’d need his bride first.
Judge turned, cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled for everyone to take a seat or get in their place.
While Judge bellowed a few more times to get everyone’s attention, Easy scanned the crowded courtyard, taking in all the changes and additions to the Fury over the last few years.
So many fucking changes since the day he showed up to prospect.
Whip’s mother, Tonya, quickly settled into a seat next to Whip and a pregnant Fallon. Liz and Crash found seats right behind them. The former sweet butt was living her best life down in Shadow Valley with her ol’ man. Their son, JJ, was close to Ethan’s age.
Gabi grabbed the seat next to Liz. While she might not be quite old enough to be a house mouse, Liz and Crash had offered to take her in, anyway, and so far, it had worked out perfectly. Tonya had originally offered to adopt her instead, but it was best Gabi not end up living on the mountain since Whip’s mom’s place would be built up there.
Even though she was now officially a part of the DAMC, Gabi still remained under the BFMC’s protection, too. Between the two clubs she was surrounded by people who understood exactly what she’d been through and could support her with whatever she needed. Easy hoped the teenager realized how lucky she was.
With Cujo’s apple-shaped head peeking out of Rook’s cut, Dutch’s oldest son had an arm thrown over Jet’s shoulders as he guided her to a couple of seats toward the rear.
Rex and Nico—now fully patched members—along with Woody, Dozer and Bones filled the very back row amongst some Dirty Angels and Dark Knights.
Eddie, Syn’s drummer, had decided to bounce a year ago, leaving both the club and The Synners behind. Syn’s manager didn’t hide the fact he was glad Eddie left the band and had no problem quickly replacing him with a much better drummer.
A couple of the Fury’s newest prospects gathered to the side along with some recruits for both the Angels and Knights. They remained ready to jump in and help if they were given orders by patched members.
Once everyone had gotten Judge’s message, he left Easy and Shade’s side to join Cassie and their son Sebastian—nicknamed Bash by Daisy—in the front row with Crazy Daze herself. Jury sat between Cassie, who was holding the baby, and Daisy since the American bulldog stuck closer to the kids now than she did Judge.
Judge’s oldest son had graduated college around the same time the club enforcer’s youngest son had been born. Ry, now as tall as his father, was currently living in the bunkhouse. While Judge hoped he’d stay close, he’d be happy as long as his oldest found his way in the world even if it wasn’t in Manning Grove.
Fiery red caught Easy’s eye as Sig and Autumn herded their adopted three kids, Ezrah, Noah and Cyrus, toward some empty seats. It surprised the fuck out of everyone how good Sig was with the three redheaded boys. Both Sig and Red seemed to be thriving since they had grown as a family. No one ever thought kids would be a good thing for Sig, but, hell, stranger things have happened. Like Easy having one of his own.
Something about fatherhood could change a man. Luckily in Sig’s case—as well as Easy’s—it was for the better.
Both Reese and Deacon held Dane’s hands as he walked between them toward the rows of folding chairs. Like his sister Jury, Justice stuck to the boy like glue. If anyone tried to fuck with Dane, they’d get a muzzle full of sharp teeth.
That made Easy consider getting a dog. A big one. Not a little toothy rat bastard like Cujo who acted ferocious but could be easily drop-kicked to the moon. Maybe a German shepherd, or a Rottie, or a Doberman. A breed both loyal and protective.
He was pulled from his wandering thoughts when he spotted Romeo, the Dark Knights’ president, getting up close and personal with Maddie under the pavilion. Maddie’s back was pressed to one of the wooden posts and Romeo had his forearm pressed to it, too, above her head as he leaned in, talking close. Both were wearing smiles that looked a lot more than friendly.