I look around at the members of my MC. my brothers. I know I'm lucky to be a part of all of this. We're a family in every sense of the word. Nothing is above us. Except maybe our women and kids.

We've had a good run this past year. Everything has been quiet. Of course, we've had the odd run-in, but we're a motorcycle club, it would be strange if we didn't. We haven't lost any brothers through violence. We've gained a couple through initiation. We're ever growing and expanding. We are the mother charter after all.

I'm the proud father of a one-year-old little girl. My Jessica. Just like her mother, she is my everything, literally. I would die for them every damn time, and I'd die without them. Jessica is a daddy's girl like most little girls are. However, she's a mommy's girl when she needs something.

My beautiful wife is always smiling, always there when anyone needs her. She's become a real figure within the club. She's fuckin' amazing in every way.

Of course, Draven Vidal is in love with Jessica, and that little girl adores him. Quite weird seeing him with her. He's massive, a total giant in every way, but he's as gentle as a butterfly when it comes to my daughter.

She's a smart little thing, already walking, already trying to talk. She's always singing, dancing her little ass off. She's going to be someone amazing when she's older. I hope the guys who want to date her are ready for her huge family to bust their asses if they touch her.

Not only does she have a very overprotective daddy, but she's also got a psycho mafia Don uncle, a crazy psycho biker uncle, and a shit load of biker uncles too. Ain't nobody ever gonna mess with her and live to tell the tale.

As good as life is right now, we're having a bit of a problem with Hawk. Brooke's father found out about their relationship and forced her to choose. She chose her father. Hawk swears blind that he made her say it, threatened her somehow. However, he can't make the girl be with him, nor can he make her go against her father. He's an old racist piece of shit, and he'll get what's coming to him soon enough.

BlackJack tried to tell Hawk that Brooke would come around and come back to him. All he has to do is be patient. Roman even told him to fuck her out of his system. They ended up punching each other out. Never tell Hawk to fuck the woman he loves out of his system, even if you are his cousin.

Taylor's worried about him, but of course, she would be, she's his mother. She's been gone months, and Hawk is still grieving her as if she died. He'll move on when he's ready, but right now, Johnnie Walker is his best friend. Prez warned us all to leave him be, just as we did with Hammer when he was grieving the loss of his woman.

Maria told me that she foresaw this happening and she'd tried to stop it. She even told Brooke that Draven would keep her safe, the whole MC would. However, the girl is gone, and Maria is lost without her best friend. She holds out the hope that Brooke will one day soon be back. I hope so too. For Hawk's sake if no one else's.

I walk through the front door of my house to the sound of baby laughter and my wife's beautiful voice making silly noises to our daughter. I stand in the doorway of the living room watching them. Maria is in her PJ's looking freshly showered, my baby girl the same. Maria has Jessica's favorite stuffed bunny rabbit in her hand, waving it in front of her face, making Jessica laugh.

My wife notices me watching her, and her face lights up. “Look who's home, Jessica.” She points at me. Baby girl turns her little head to see what her mother is pointing at. Her face beams as she scrambles to her tiny feet and waddles over to me as fast as she can. I snatch her up and hold her to me as my wife walks over to me and steals a kiss.

“How's she been?” Jessica is Maria's mirror image, from the color of her hair to her smile, she's all Maria, though my mother tells me often that she sees a lot of me in my daughter. It's probably the fact she has my blue eyes.

“She's been great. I picked her up from your mother a couple of hours ago. The first thing she asked was, where's her daddy.” She laughs and kisses me again. I still can't get enough of this woman. She drives me crazy.

“Da-dee!” I tickle my daughter. I love hearing her laughter.

“I can't wait to knock your mommy up and give you a brother or sister.”

“Jett! Do not speak like that in front of her. How crude was that?”

“What?” I'm utterly confused.

“Knock me up? Where are your manners?”

I laugh loudly. “Oh, baby,” I pull her into my arms. “I'm sorry.”

“You should be. However, you can make it up to me later.” She winks and leans into me. “When you work on, ‘Knocking me up.’”

She better believe it.