Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“You could’ve just come to pick me up on time instead of stalking me from the lot,” I teased as I walked over.
“Had to make sure no one else got any ideas,” he muttered, pulling off his helmet and setting it aside. “You’re too damn tempting.”
I laughed, walking right into his open arms. “And you’re ridiculous.”
“That’s not the insult you think it is, baby.” He grinned at me. “’Cause it makes you the woman who married ridiculous.”
“And I’d do it again,” I whispered against his cut.
His arms tightened around me, and for a second, we just stood there. The world faded away like it always did when he held me like this.
“Come on,” he finally said. “I promised Calida you’d be home before bedtime, and she’s got that glare of yours when she’s mad.”
“She gets it from you,” I muttered.
“Nope,” he disagreed as he grabbed my helmet. “I’ve seen you mad. She’s got your stubborn chin, too.”
Our daughter was three going on thirty, and I adored every bossy inch of her. She was currently in a tutu phase and wanted to wear one with everything. She had also just discovered glitter glue, much to Talon’s horror. But he never said no when she held her arms up because she had him wrapped around her finger tighter than any MC patch.
He helped me onto the bike, and I settled against his back with my arms around his waist. The ride home was quick, and I spotted the porch lights glowing as we pulled up to our house. The place still took my breath away sometimes. Every room had signs of our life together. Toys. Boots by the door. A framed photo of Calida covered in frosting from her last birthday. The pregnancy test under the cabinet that I planned to take tomorrow morning…after I told Talon what I suspected.
The second we walked in, I heard running footsteps. “Mama!”
Calida barreled into me, and I scooped her up, covering her cheeks in kisses. “Hey, cupcake! Did you miss me?”
“Yes,” she whispered dramatically, clinging to me as though I’d been gone for days instead of barely seven hours.
“Missed you, too,” I murmured as I set her back on her feet. “Were you good for Sheila while Daddy picked me up from work?”
“Uh-huh.” She lifted her hand with her fingers splayed and whispered, “I gots tree cookies!”
“I thought that was our little secret,” Sheila chided as she padded into the living room behind our little whirlwind.
Calida giggled. “Oops, sorry.”
Sheila ruffled her hair. “That’s okay, sweetie.”
“Cookies, huh?” I asked as I cuddled against Talon’s side.
“Don’t worry, there’s some left for you two.”
I patted my belly. “Lucky me.”
“Troy got fussy, so I put him down, and he drifted right off for a nap,” she explained as she handed Talon the baby monitor.
He gave her a chin lift. “Thanks.”
There was a rumble of a bike in the driveway as Sheila shrugged on her jacket. “That’ll be Tank, come to pick me up.”
“Thanks so much for keeping an eye on her for us.” I gave her a quick hug. “And the cookies.”
“Any time.” She beamed a smile at us before walking out the door.
Talon slung our daughter onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making her shriek with laughter. “Show me where the cookies are, my little menace. Your mama needs a treat after working so hard.”
I kicked off my shoes and followed them into the kitchen, sidling up to Talon after he set Calida on her feet again. “A cookie sounds great, but I can think of an even better treat.”
He captured my mouth in a deep kiss before growling, “And you’ll get that too, after we put her down for bed.”
I ended up getting more than I bargained for. The pregnancy test I took the next day was negative, but the one a month later was positive. And it was twins.