I stopped dead when I saw Big Petey, Roscoe, and Boz lounged all over my couch, along with Joker.

“Yo, girl,” Big Petey said to the TV but lifted the beer bottle in his hand as a greeting to me.

“Carrie,” Roscoe also said to the TV with no beer bottle lift.

“Babe, lookin’ good,” Boz stated, his head turned my way, his grin devilish.

I grinned back at Boz then gave my attention to Joker as his eyes came over the back of the couch.

“Boys are over,” he told me unnecessarily. “Travis is down.”

“Okay, sweetie,” I said, knowing it was past his bedtime, glad he was getting his sleep, but disappointed all the same that I didn’t get a cuddle in before he got that way.

Boz turned his head to Joker.

“Sweetie,” he muttered.

“Fuck off,” Joker replied.

I ignored that since I had a priority task at hand and went about doing it. This meant I walked to Travis’s room. The door was closed against the sound of the TV. I was okay with this considering I’d also noted the baby monitor was sitting on the coffee table by Joker’s feet.

I checked my son, putting my hand to his chest, feeling his warmth, his steady breathing. Then I lifted my hand to my mouth, touched the tips of my fingers to my lips, then put them to his soft, chubby cheek.

He didn’t move. He was out.

Quietly, I left the room and carefully closed the door behind me.

When I got out to the living room/dining area, Joker’s eyes were again to me.

“He okay?” he asked.

Gosh, he was so amazing.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Can I… um, talk to you?”

His brows drew together, then he looked to the men before he pushed up to his feet.

I took in the guys lounged on my couch, unmoving, eyes glued to the screen, bottles of beers in their hands and scattered over surfaces. There was a burly guy with a pointy beard and a bald head wearing strange glasses on the TV talking while sparks flew in a cement room behind him.

I had no idea what that program was, just that it probably wouldn’t interest me. I wasn’t into sparks flying.

Then again, who knew? I thought I wasn’t into bikers and I was really wrong about that.

I also had a feeling I liked, seeing my big couch covered in men drinking beer. I’d picked it hoping one day it would get crawled all over by babies and then lounged all over by babies grown big.

But I’d take bikers.

For now.

I felt Joker get close and I looked to him right before I turned away and walked down the hall.

I went right to my room and Joker followed me.

I took four steps in and turned to see Joker closing the door behind him.

He stayed right in front of the door.

I thought this was strange but I didn’t comment on it.