Family day is just as Z said it would be. Members bring their wives and kids to the clubhouse. The back of the clubhouse has a large concrete patio, several grills, and lots of tables and chairs scattered around to accommodate everyone.

Chance has been playing with one of Bricks’ kids most of the morning. Caleb’s older than Chance, but patient. Still, with so many people around, Chance doesn’t stray too far from me.

Most of Z’s upstate brothers have gravitated toward each other. Others are off in the woods, playing paint ball. Another reason I was glad Chance didn’t want to stray too far.

Hope drops down in the chair next to me with Grace in her arms. Chance leans over the chair and watches her sleeping.

“Gonna be a ladies man like his dad,” Stash says. “Look how cute.”

Z comes up behind me and runs his fingers through my hair. “Rock and I are already making our father-in-law plans.”

“No, we’re not,” Rock answers from the grill. “Knock that shit off.”

Z and Hope shake with laughter.

“I don’t see a lot of dating in Grace’s future,” I whisper to Hope.

“Tell me about it.”

Alexa toddles over to Murphy who scoops her up. “She won’t be alone,” Murphy mutters.

“We should get our well water tested.” Rav leans back and props his booted feet on the table. “Too many pregnancies lately.”

Someone throws and actually hits Rav in the side of the head with a piece of tomato. “Get your feet off the table, dipshit,” Wrath orders.

“Every time you say that, you just remind everyone of how dumb you are,” Murphy says.

Stash nods vigorously. “You’ll never knock a girl up if you think water is the way to do it.”

“The kids are a little young for the birds and the bees talk, no?” I laugh and jokingly cover Chance’s ears, which makes him swat at my hands. Realistically, I know this conversation’s going right over his head.

“Actually,” Sparky starts to say.

Inwardly, I cringe. Nothing useful ever comes out of a man's mouth after the word "actually.”

Sparky flails his hands in the air and jumps out of his chair a few times before continuing. Kind of the way Chance does when he’s really excited about something.

“I mean,” he continues after he has our attention. “Queen bees mate with up to twenty other dude bees their first time! And the bee dudes, aw man, their dicks explode and fall off when she’s had her fill. The dude bees die, and she keeps all their sperm. It’s so totally radical.”

“Talk about a socialist matriarchy,” Heidi mutters, sparking off a fit of giggles for Hope and Charlotte.