I hear a bang as the front door opens, and I sit up on the sofa. I was watching some TV after Izzy went to bed, and I must have fallen asleep. I get up and the door opens. The first thing I see is Elliot carrying Seb over his shoulder. I gasp and move out of the way as Elliot places Seb on the sofa, his face is covered in bruises and cuts.

"What the hell happened?" I demand, Elliot collapses onto the other sofa. He has a black eye and his clothes are ripped like Seb’s. I want to help him, but I rush over to Seb first, looking him over. He looks worse: one eye is nearly shut, and the rest of his face is black and blue. I lift his shirt to see he has bruises on his stomach, but nothing looks too bad. 

"He weighs a fucking ton. What the fuck do you feed him?" He pants, and I glare at him. "He is fine. Luke fucked some girl who was a girlfriend of a gang of big guys. We managed to knock them all out, but they beat Luke, and Seb got knocked out during the fight," he tells me a little breathlessly as he takes off his leather jacket.

"Do you need some ice?" I ask, and he grunts at me, which I take as a yes.

I go to the kitchen and get an ice bag for him and a bottle of water. He takes them from me with a nod. 

"Is Luke all right?" I ask, placing a blanket over Seb and stroking his cheek. He looks all right, just in a deep sleep. I'll get some water and clean up the blood in a bit.

"Yeah, Blake has taken him to his mum to check him over. He might have a few broken ribs," Elliot says as he rests the ice pack on his bleeding knuckles.

I go to sit next to him on the other sofa and lean my head back, looking at the ceiling. 

"I can't imagine having a baby when Seb is caught up in this life. Does that make me a bad person? I love him so much, but I'm worried about the danger The Cage brings to our baby." I sigh and look over at Elliot, who is staring out the window.

"I understand, Maisy. To be real with you, it's a hard life. But we will keep you and the baby safe. The Cage seems to have ruined most of our lives. I'm glad you have fixed one of my brothers," he tells me, without looking at me once.

I place my hand on his shoulder, and he tenses.

"Someone will fix yours, too, but you have a family. I consider you a brother to me, like Sebastian thinks of you, and not just because you’re his twin. It's because you’re a good man under all the leather and tattoos. Let’s not even mention the happy personality," I say, moving my hand off of his shoulder with a smile. His head drops, looking down at his knuckles.

"I'm not a good man, Maisy," he whispers.

"You are," I whisper back. He gets up to check on Seb and takes off his boots for him. I can see how much he cares for his twin, even if he doesn't say it.

"I'm going to check on Luke," he says, walking toward the front door.

"Message me when you know anything," I say, and he nods before leaving. I walk upstairs and gently knock on Izzy’s door before opening it. I wake Izzy up to explain why Blake won't be here tonight. She calls Blake, and I leave her to it. 

I eventually fall to sleep on the other sofa, watching Seb after I cleaned his face with some water. He looks so peaceful, sleeping. His dark hair is longer than I've ever seen it, and it's just growing into his eyes. His top is ripped, so I can see that amazing chest I love to lie on. He is so handsome it's breath-taking, and I know someone is looking out for me by making him all mine.

"May, wake up," Seb says gently, like a whisper, and moves my hair from my face. He’s sitting next to me on the sofa, where I fell asleep. The sun is just rising, so it must be early.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask, cupping his swollen face when all of last night comes back to me. 

"Yeah, just sore. I'm sorry, I didn't think there would be that many guys. I couldn't let them hurt Luke anymore," he says, looking down in guilt. "Izzy woke me up while you were sleeping. She said Luke is home with three broken ribs, but nothing too bad. Blake’s mum had some strong painkillers she gave him, along with a telling off, too." He smiles at me.

"Oh, I'm glad he is home at least. Elliot looked like he had a few bruises. Is Izzy still here?" I ask.

"Nah, Blake took her home to his place," he says and sits next to me, rubbing my bump. 

"Morning, little man, don't come too early for us, please, or mummy will be mad that daddy won't look good in the pictures." He chuckles, and I can't help but smile.

"Mummy won't mind." I sigh, enjoying his hands on my bump. 

"I need to tell you that I saw Elena last night. She was with Arthur. I don't know what she is playing at, but what she said was scary and crazy," he says, and I tense up.

"She doesn't sound right in the head," I tell him, remembering the last time I saw her.

"No, she isn't, and I want you to walk away from her if you see her. Or call the police if you’re alone," he tells me, and I look up as I gently kiss him.

"I will. I promise. But I'm never alone right now. Someone is always with me, so don't worry," I say, grinning. It's so nice to have family always around. I know Seb has something to do with it, but he says they all just like being around me. I'm not worried because I trust him, and they wouldn’t spend time with me if they didn’t want to.

"Is Allie coming later still?" he asks.

"Yeah, I can't wait. We are watching TV and ordering pizza." I grin. I can't wait to start running again and eating right. It's difficult to stay healthy during pregnancy, and it was worse when I was working all those hours. Seb made me give my notice for the end of my maternity leave the other day and promised we will sort our future out when the baby comes.

"Good. I'm meeting Harley at twelve, but I won't be too long." He kisses my cheek.

"You go and shower, and I’ll make breakfast," I say, getting up slowly with Seb's help.

"Why don't you rest, and I’ll do them both," he says, still trying to look after me. He has become a little overbearing in these last few weeks as I've gotten bigger. 

"No, Seb, I'm fine, honestly. Go for your shower," I say and give him a kiss on his cheek to stop that worried face. 

He mutters something but walks off smiling. I shake my head, heading to our kitchen to start making breakfast. I'm half way through cooking when Elliot wanders in and puts his bike helmet on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, your door was open," he says without a care in the world as he sits on a stool at the breakfast table.

"No problem, want some breakfast?" I ask, as I've cooked too much bacon, eggs, and toast anyway. 

"Sounds great. I just came to check on Seb," he says as I sort out a plate for him.

"I'm good, bro," Seb says, walking into the room and kissing my cheek before taking his plate of food and sitting next to Elliot. I glance at the twins while they chat. They look the same in their faces, but are so different in every other way. Elliot’s hair is much darker than Seb's, and he always has a little stubble on his jaw, whereas Seb is usually clean-shaven. The way they dress is so different, too. Elliot is always in all black, looking like a scary biker. Well, he does have a bike, so I guess that makes sense, and Seb looks like a college student. I shake my head before taking my seat.

"So what's my nephew going to be named?" Elliot asks, and then starts eating.

"We haven't decided yet, but I think anything like Sebastian is a good idea." Seb grins, and I shake my head, smiling.

"No chance," I say and giggle when he tickles me. 

"Cheeky girl." He kisses me and then leans back to eat.

"I agree with Maisy," Elliot mutters before his phone goes off.

I can’t help the giggle that escapes as his phone is playing the song about a girl’s milkshake bringing all the boys to the yard. Elliot glares at me as he takes the phone call, moving into the other room. Seb and I look at each other over the table and burst into laughter. Thankfully, we have stopped when Elliot comes back into the room.

"Good news, the club is nearly done. The contractors think it will be about one month before it can be opened," Elliot says with a small grin.

"That's great, man, you can finally do something other than work on that Harley of yours," Seb says, patting Elliot on the back.

“Don’t knock it, you should watch and learn something, asshole,” Elliot fires back, and I have to ask.

“Isn’t it odd that you like bikes and own a Harley, and your brother is named after them, yet he doesn’t drive one?” I ask, and Seb laughs.

“Harley hates his name and isn’t a fan of bikes,” Seb tells me, and Elliot nods in agreement.

“I only bought the Harley to piss him off to start off with, but then I liked it,” Elliot says with a smirk.

“I guess you don’t always like what your parents named you,” I say with a slight chuckle.

"Thanks for the food, Maisy. I can't wait to meet my nephew," Elliot says before getting his helmet and doing up his leather jacket. He waves bye before he leaves as I eat my food.

"Elliot talks a hell of lot more than he used to," I say to Seb, who seems to think about it. Growing up around Elliot, he never spoke to me unless he needed something.

"He does seem to be trying to become nicer to people," Seb notes before taking the empty plates to clean. I walk over to him and rest my head on his back. 

"You know, it turns me on to see a man cleaning," I tell him and lower my hands to the waistband of his joggers.

"Well, I won't be taking you to see anyone else clean," he growls, and I giggle when he picks me up in his arms like I weigh nothing.

"Sebby, your hands are wet," I say, and he laughs.

"I plan to get you wet, anyway, May," he growls and then kisses me as he carries me up the stairs. We spend most of the morning in bed before he has to leave, and I can't help but think I have the perfect man for me.