Before long, our backyard was filled with brothers, prospects, old ladies—and one old man—bunnies, and kids.

Friends.

Our family.

I stood in the open doorway and took it all in, still not believing it was my life.

The laughter.

The comradery.

The happiness.

My husband’s arms wrapped around me from behind.

“Now you have to tell me about the cupcakes,” I said, covering his arms with my own. “Going rate is one cupcake.”

I wasn’t sure if he’d remember the joke from all those years ago while we’d waited at my doctor’s office.

I should’ve known better.

“I thought it was three,” he rumbled in my ear, “and I got a discount.”

“You gave me all this,” I said, rapidly blinking back tears.

But happy ones.

Only ever happy ones.

“You get a bigger discount now,” I finished.

Ward, being Ward, moved his hand up to rest right below my breast. He pressed me tighter to his body so I could feel his hard-on. “Welcome home, neighbor.”

I never thought I’d ever have a place where I felt at home.

But I had it.

By finding Mayhem.

The End

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HYDE AND SEEK

CHAPTER ONE

“Babe, that van you?”

It had only been me and two guys, who based on their leathers, were most likely guys of the biker variety, in the waiting room. And neither of those dudes struck me as the type to be called ‘babe’ by another dude.

Not that I judge, of course. It just seemed unlikely.

Seeing as I was reading, and lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed anyone else entering the room until the deep voice called out.

Another quick room sweep out of the corner of my eye confirmed I was the most likely candidate to be called ‘babe’. Probably the only one there with a van, too.

“Babe, van?” he asked again as he turned around and began rifling through papers.

“Um, yeah,” I answered to his back.

It was a back. I’d seen lots of them. Backs were backs, right?

Yeah, no.

This was a back. Broad shoulders, and what I was sure were a lot of muscles somehow visible through his dark gray t-shirt. I’d never thought of backs as anything, but this was a good one.

“They do the paperwork with you?” he asked, turning back around with a stack of papers.

“Uhh,” I mumbled. They hadn’t. I knew they hadn’t. My brain fully acknowledged no paperwork had been done with me. Getting my mouth to communicate that, however, was not happening. Not once my eyes saw his front. I liked his back, but I liked his front a whole hell of a lot more. So much more, in fact, I couldn’t say the word ‘no’ about some simple paperwork.

There’s a whole lotta other things I wouldn’t say no to either.