“You ready, Tiffany?” Lane asks, and she nods and puts on her helmet. She had the idea that she should plan our gender reveal party.

I don’t know the gender of the baby—only she and Adeline know—but once Tiffany drives off on her dirt bike, pink or blue dust will follow her.

“One!” everyone yells.

“Two!”

“Three!”

She takes off and a huge puff of blue dust flies up in the air. Lane picks me up, kissing me hard on the mouth. “I knew it was going to be a boy.” He sets me down, and I am swarmed by all the women, talking about little Harleys and leather jackets.

Lane is surrounded by his brothers, shooting the shit. Tiffany is riding around on her dirt bike. I see her gunning it for a small hill, and she goes airborne for a second.

That little girl is fearless. Sharon is clutching onto my arm in fear. I shake my head, and Sharon’s mouth closes.

“You get used to it, she is fearless and she is Lane’s twin.”

“Yes, they are almost identical.” I hold my stomach—watching my family around me, having fun and enjoying each other’s company—and my eyes settle on Wilder. He is standing by himself watching Joslyn’s every move. She is grinning at Brittany, who is telling her something.

Lane is a very protective man, but Wilder? He is a whole different level of protective. Wilder catches me looking and winks, then goes back to staring at Joslyn.

Arms wrap around my middle, and I rest my hands on top of Lane’s. He slowly rubs my tummy and kisses my cheek.

This is heaven.

This is hell.

Lane rubs my hand, trying to soothe me, but all it does is piss me off.

“You will never bring that dick around me ever again!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I push as hard as I can.

Lane chuckles and my head whips around like in The Exorcist. He stumbles back as I give him a glare that would make any other man fall to his knees.

Smiley laughs loudly from his corner of the room; he wanted to be in the delivery room. Adeline is here with me. She has become a mother to me in these past couple of months. She is the one who helped decorate the nursery and helped me get whatever I needed, because I was clueless.

I raise my hand and flip him off, which causes him to laugh even more. I settle down, and when Lane thinks it’s safe for him to move back, he kisses my forehead and smooths my hair back from my face. “I am sorry you’re hurting, Doll, I love you.”

Darn him for being so sweet. I can’t resist him being so sweet.

“One more push!” my doctor encourages.

I lean up and Lane puts his arm around my back, pushing me upward. “AHHHH!” I scream and push as hard as I can.

Then, a second later, a blanket is laid across my stomach along with my baby boy, who is wailing at me at the top of his lungs.

I sob and touch him, and Lane holds me and looks down at his son.

“You did amazing, Sweetheart!” Adeline hugs me and I smile, tears falling down my face.

They lift him from my stomach, and Smiley takes off after the nurse, following my son. I know he will be taken care of. I fall back onto the bed, exhausted. Lane looks at me with tears in his eyes, and my eyes widen in shock.

I have never seen him tear up once until this very moment. “Honey,” I whisper and he doesn’t say anything; he just rests his forehead against mine.

We stay like this for a moment—everyone bustling around us doing a million different things—but us we are taking a moment for each other.

* * *

I am holding my son, Christopher, against my chest as Tiffany walks in with Shaylin. Tiffany spots me and the baby, and she runs to the bed. Lane stands up and helps her sit on the edge of the bed so she can see him.

“Hello, little brother,” she whispers and touches his little hand.

“Don’t worry. I already washed my hands,” Tiffany whispers and bends down, kissing the top of his head. I blink back tears.

“Can I hold him?”

I scoot over in the bed so she can sit beside me, and I turn slightly to help if she needs me. I gently set him in her arms. “My baby brother,” she whispers and I hold back a sob. Lane looks at the ground.

“We are going to have so much fun when you are older. We will ride dirt bikes together, play games, and kick some butt and take names when we have to.”

I look at Lane and he laughs loudly. I join in because it’s not what I expected her to say. Tiffany shrugs and goes back to talking to her brother.

My perfect family.

I yawn and raise my arms above my head, stretching. I peek over at Lane and see him grinning at me with that shit-eating grin.

“What’s wrong with you?” I groan sleepily.

“Today makes six weeks.”

I snort and cover my face with a pillow. “Do you remember what I said about your dick when I was giving birth?”

The pillow is pulled from my face, and Lane slides down the bed, his head going between my legs. “Who said anything about my dick?” He cocks an eyebrow and lowers his head.

I hiss at the pleasure. I have missed this so much, and it’s been six weeks of hell; I have wanted Lane something hardcore.

“Yes!” I grab his hair, pressing his face harder against me, and he sucks my clit in his mouth while he slides a finger inside and then adds another.

As I explode my legs close around Lane’s head, probably close to strangling him. I let my legs fall and he rises with a wink.

Guess he didn’t mind too much.

His face comes up above mine, and he slowly slides inside me. Slow and steady so I become adjusted to his size.

He slowly moves as he bends down, kissing me on the lips, and with each movement of his hips, he moves his lips. All of it works erotically together, the fire building unlike before. He is being unbelievably gentle and tender, the way he is touching me, and it’s like we are just coming together for the first time all over again.

A few minutes later, he turns over until I am lying on top of him, our breathing erratic. Wait a second. I raise my head and look at him. “We didn’t use a condom,” I whisper in horror.

What does Lane do? He gives me that same shit-eating grin that made me give into his demon dick.

Another baby wouldn’t be so bad. I love Tiffany and Chris beyond compare. They are my worlds. I want a big family. I would love to have two more before calling it quits.

“Well, here we go again,” I whisper.

Lane chuckles and kisses my temple.

“You ready?” Smiley asks, his arm outstretched. Smiley is walking me down the aisle. He has been a father to me more than my father ever was. I take his arm and the doors open, letting me see the crowd that has overfilled the church we have booked.

My eyes move to Lane as we start walking down the aisle, and he steps down. I watch as he charges down the aisle, his eyes dark as he takes me in.

“What are you…” I ask, but his lips come down on mine before I can finish my sentence. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me from the floor.

People are yelling and catcalling all around us. Lane sets me back down on my feet, and I blush because everyone’s eyes are on us.

“Come on, Doll, let’s make this shit legal. I can’t wait for the honeymoon to start.” He winks and takes Smiley’s place. Smiley sits beside Adeline in the front row.

Lane walks me down the aisle and helps me up the step. The priest looks at us both. “Well, I guess we skip the kissing part at the end?”

Lane glares at him. “The fuck we will.”

I cover my face and laugh.