Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

“You’re daddy’s precious little princess, aren’t you?” Crash cuddled the baby close as he stood holding her next to the hospital bed. “Tell mommy to hush, Harley Jean. What does she know about a good biker chick name anyway?” He whispered against his newborn daughter’s cherub cheek.

“Aw, isn’t she precious?” Crystal cooed as she walked over to peek at her. She kissed Crash on the cheek, then she moved to the bed to lean over and kiss Shannon. “You did good, Mama.”

I slapped Crash on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Brother. She’s beautiful.”

“Oh, look, Harley Jean, this is your Uncle Wolf.”

I grinned down at the little bundle and reached a hand to tickle her belly with two fingers. She immediately lifted her tiny hand and grabbed my finger in her fist with a surprisingly tight grip that had me chuckling. “Well, good morning, Harley Jean. Aren’t you a beauty?”

Crash tore his eyes from his daughter long enough to glare at me. “Really, Wolf? Already flirting with her?”

I grinned, enjoying his torment.

“I am not calling her Harley Jean, Crash,” Shannon insisted from the bed.

“Harley Jean, don’t listen to mommy, she loves your name. She’s just cranky because you gave her quite a workout. That and her nipples are sore as h—”

“Crash!”

He grinned and nuzzled his baby girl, whispering, “So go easy on ‘em, okay, Princess?”

I watched Shannon cover her

face embarrassingly, and then my gaze slid over to Crystal and our eyes connected and held, silent communication passing between us. I knew Crystal was already pregnant. It was something she’d shared with me just last night.

I grinned at her and winked, and damned if she didn’t give me the most beautiful smile in return.

Maybe our story wasn’t a fairytale, by anybody’s stretch of the imagination, but that was okay, because we finally had our own happy ending.

And life was good. Life was very, very good.

The End