Preacher (The Untouchables MC 5)

Although, I couldn’t really have said which came first. Was it the chicken or the egg? The same could be said for other things. Had I finally been ready for a real love? Or had Cynthia been the catalyst for such dramatic change? I was pretty sure it was just her.

“What do you think, pretty girl?” I asked the newborn in my arms. “Did Mommy fix the big, bad biker? Or was the biker ready for Mommy?”

“Daddy fixed Mommy,” my wife said, sliding up against me and leaning her head on my shoulder. She was tired. We both were. Even Marcus had been getting up to help with the baby at all hours, no matter how many times we told him he needed his sleep. “He taught her how to live.”

I pressed a kiss into her hair and smiled. We’d taught each other. We were still learning every day. And now we had two children to help us grow even more.

A boom box played old Motown hits as people ate and laughed and smiled. Marcus was surrounded by friends. So were we.

We weren’t going to be able to stay out long, I knew. The baby would need to be put down for a nap or changed or fed. But for now, nobody was pooping their pants or falling asleep or crying. Not even me.

It was a very, very good day.