Jailbait (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 3)

And for the remainder of those eight and a half months that she was pregnant, the damn woman had cried over everything.

And guess who’d been crying like a motherfucker lately?

Her.

“Umm…” She hesitated when I did nothing more than look at her. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m ignoring it.”

My lips twitched. “This is the second time this has happened on birth control.”

It was, too.

We were religious about birth control.

In fact, I’d never once fucked her without first making sure she was protected since the birth of our twins.

Meaning, just like last time, something had gone wrong.

Last time it’d been antibiotics and the pill.

This time it’d been antibiotics and the pill.

When would we learn?

“I should’ve known better,” she admitted. “I did know better.”

I did, too.

But when she’d gotten sick last month and had to go on antibiotics for a cough she couldn’t kick, it’d been almost six weeks since we’d been intimate. The longest we’d gone since we’d first gotten together.

Hell, even after the birth of our twins, we hadn’t waited the required six weeks. We’d waited two and a half.

Whoops.

But this time, the six weeks had felt like forever.

And we’d gotten a little… excited.

“Hopefully it’s only one this time, Mommy,” Demi offered up helpfully.

“Why do you know what we’re talking about?” Swayze asked curiously.

“Because Daddy and Uncle Hunt talked about it in the car,” she explained. “And then told us that we needed to keep our mouths shut until he talked to you about it. Since he just talked to you about it, we can talk about it now. That’s how it works, right?”

Swayze sighed. “I guess that’s how it works, baby.”

I looked down at Demi, who looked like the spitting image of my wife. Then I looked at my son, Moore.

He looked just like me.

It was uncanny.

I wondered who the next one would look like.

“Your sister called while we were on break.” Swayze bit her lip. “Her and ‘Dazzle’ are getting married.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Perfect.”

She squeezed my hand comfortingly. “It’ll be okay, baby.”

I looked down at my wife. The woman that I’d sacrificed so much for.

And I knew it would be.

As long as she was there at my side at the end of the day.

“I know, baby. I know.”

“Daddy, give me a ride on your shoulders. I want to see over this roof,” Moore instructed, holding up his hands to me.

I rolled my eyes but picked him up anyway.

“Oh, me, too! Me, too!” Demi cried. “Me, too!”

I picked her up, too.

And together, we walked to the truck and got inside.

That night, as I was making love to my wife, I looked into her eyes and said, “You make me happy.”

She winked as she ran her hands up the length of my spine. “You make me deliriously happy, too.”

I kissed her.

Hard.

Then I tugged her even closer and finished us both off.

It was only as I was nearly asleep that she said, “It’s twins.”

I groaned. “Fuck.”

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