For the rest of my everlovin ’ days .
And I wouldn’t change a damn thing about it .
“She’s beautiful, Becks. You made something so beautiful .”
“We did. She looks more like you !”
“No.” I grinned at her. “I just provided one of the ingredients. You did all the hard work. But I swear to you, Becks. You will never have to do this alone again. Not for a second. Ballet recitals. Chicken pox. Scaring away boys. I’m all in .”
“You are sure? You really want this ?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I always wanted to have kids with you, Becks. It’s my lucky day that it happened faster than I ever expected .”
She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. She glanced away quickly but I saw it. She had truly believed she was alone in this .
“Doing all this by yourself… well, you are kind of a badass .”
She laughed but I thought she looked lonely over by the door. I patted my knee with one hand, holding the baby against my chest with the other .
“ Come sit .”
She gave me a wry smile .
“I’m not sure that old rocking chair can support all three of us. And since you’re probably equal to two and a half normal-sized humans, that would put us at …”
“Four in a chair .”
She shook her head with a laugh, then crossed to the window to look outside. You could hear the hogs lining up outside. There were a lot of them .
The SOS were right on time .
Donnie and Jack had done what I asked for. And now it was time to get the guys on board, and create a schedule. They’d all volunteered to be part of the plan .
My woman and my baby were going to be protected at all times .
Even more importantly, she would be watched .
She was never going to leave me alone again .
“ What the -”
I smiled at her. She gave me a suspicious look .
“Good, the guys are here .”
“The guys? What, like, all of them ?”
“No, not all. Dev and everyone are planning to meet her soon but this is different. This is her security detail .”
“ Her what ?”
“You two need protection, and these are the guys who signed up to be on B and E patrol .”
“B and … what ?”
“Becky and Eliza patrol .”
She stared at me, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water. She looked shocked. Surprised. I smiled, knowing she’d come around to my way of looking at things .
Eventually .
“When you are at my place, it will be a lot easier. A lot of the older bikers with family are in that area. Dev and Kaylie’s place is only two blocks away !”
“Your place ?”
“ Uh huh .”
She was still confused. Didn’t she understand that she was mine now ?
“We haven’t discussed any of this yet, Whiskey. Don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast ?”
“Not even a little. I am never letting never letting you or this little angel out of my sight again .”
I stood up and chucked her chin .
“Ever .”
She stared at me, looking adorably dumbfounded .
I could not believe I had done it. I’d accomplished the impossible .
I’d rendered Rebecca Townsdale speechless .
Chapter Thirty
Becky
“T hank you for your gift .”
I stared at the box in my hands. It was a cotton onesie with little ruffles on the butt. Cute as a button. The burly leather clad man kneeling in front of me was ‘coocoochachooing’ at Petunia like a seasoned pro .
Then he stood up and shook Whiskey’s hand .
“You done good , son .”
“Thank you, Petrol. We appreciate everything .”
“Anything for you, Whiskey .”
I glared at Whiskey as he ushered Petrol out and invited another biker in .
“You done good? Seriously ?”
I hissed under my breath, pinning a fake smile to my lips .
Whiskey just winked at me and led in the next guy. It was not unlike the wise men bringing gifts to the baby Jesus. Except this was a long procession of bikers .
That, and our baby was conceived the old fashioned way .
I exhaled dramatically. This was the wildest looking one yet. The one with the worst reputation .
Callaway was here. He was young, unusually handsome and nearly as strong looking as Whiskey, though not quite as tall. His tight jeans and leather molded to his body like a glove. Not surprisingly, he was covered in ink .
He looked more like a pretty boy rock star than a tattoo artist .
Then again, maybe tattoo artists were as famous as rockstars nowadays. I sighed. I didn’t know, but I was getting tired. It had been over two hours of accepting gifts while Whiskey showed off Eliza and I sat here, feeling like a third wheel .