My wife smiled at me.

“I’m good.”

I hated when men talked to my woman. All her life she’d been passed over, treated like she was second best, but to me, I knew the truth. She was first, the best, and now, she was all mine. Others already had their chance. I wasn’t giving her back.

Our baby girl was given to us, and I looked down, falling in love all over again. Our children were a fucking joy. I’d never wanted to be a dad. After only knowing pain and rejection from my own father, I’d vowed never to be one myself, but Aurora gave me the strength to be a better person.

“I guess you’re right,” Aurora said.

I chuckled. “About what?”

“My body does follow your orders.”

I kissed the top of her head. “I love you, and I don’t care if it’s a boy or girl. I just want you both to be healthy.”

It was a good thing I told her that, as within two years, she gave birth to another boy, and now, I had to figure out what to name him.

The End

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Straight to Hell MC, 2

Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

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Heat radiated off the asphalt, the late afternoon sun unrelenting for the fourth day in a row. Brick craved to take his Harley out for a long ride, to feel the cool breeze against his heated flesh. But no, he’d be taking the pick-up truck with no AC into town. Lord’s old lady wanted to start raising laying hens at the club, so he’d been assigned to get all the materials to build a coop. This was definitely the last thing he wanted to be doing today, but no one refused an order from the prez. He wasn’t sure why Lord hadn’t asked one of the prospects to do this shit. As VP of the Straight to Hell MC, he had better things to do with his time.

He pulled the whiny door closed after climbing up into the driver’s seat. The building center was just on the outskirts of town, supplying lumber and other essentials to the area. He rolled down the windows, but even the air felt stale at these temperatures.

The drive was uneventful. He couldn’t complain about much these days. There hadn’t been any club drama for months, and he hoped it would continue. He was still getting used to Ally being a permanent member of the club. The prez’s old lady made Lord a father. Things were changing. Brick wasn’t sure how he felt about it.