Top right corner, a side shot of Joker in Carissa’s arms, his hands deep in her back pockets, their attention focused on nothing but each other.

They were smiling.

Under it, it said, You can’t have bikers without biker babes. Steele with his fiancée, Carissa.

“Moomah,” Travis mumbled and Joker looked to the kid to see his eyes on the magazine, his fingers twiddling his lip.

“Yeah, son, that’s your momma.”

Travis looked to him. “Moomah.”

“Yeah, boy.”

Travis took his fingers from his lip and curled them around Joker’s. “Joejoekah.”

“Yeah,” Joker whispered. “I’m your Joker.”

The boy wobbled a second then dropped forward and landed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on his hand and Joker’s mouth.

He wobbled back.

“Love you too, kid,” Joker whispered.

Travis giggled.

Then he twisted and reached to the floor.

Like he would do if he could do it for as long as he could do it, Joker gave Travis what he wanted and put his ass on the floor.

* * *

“This shit fuckin’ rocks,” Boz declared, scooping up his third helping of Carissa’s chili and dumping it on a bed of chili cheese Fritos.

Watching his brother do that, Joker thought it was good his woman had made a vat.

He went to the fridge, nabbed a couple of cold ones, popped the tops, and walked them out, going straight to Linus, who, in the crush of people, was standing by the window in the dining area, Candy perched on his hip.

Joker handed a beer to his friend and got a mumbled, “Thanks, Car.”

“No probs,” he replied, turning to the room where all his brothers, their bitches, and Chaos friends, including Elvira and Malik, Lawson and his family, Lucas and his family, Delgado and his family, and both Nightingale brothers and their families, with the additions of Linus’s family, Mrs. Heely, and Keith, Megan, and Dora Robinson, were shoved in his and Carissa’s house.

Luckily, some of them were shooting the shit in the kitchen and others were out in the cold on the back deck, or there wouldn’t be enough room.

Even if there wasn’t room, the shit-ton of kids currently in their pad found ways to run around, which they were doing.

Joker felt something light touch his shoulder.

He turned and saw Candy doing a lean his way.

He looked to Linus as he took her weight, heavier than he was used to, and settled her on his side.

She wrapped her arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

“My baby’s got a crush,” Linus said under his breath.

Joker turned his head and grinned at him.

“Excellent spread in that magazine, Car,” Linus said louder. “Kamryn bought five of ’em. She wants you to get your brothers to sign them.”