Molly~One month later

I walk through the threshold of our home, and I've never been so happy to be here. Home. In Vegas. With Quinn. We spent the last month in Ireland, recovering and dealing with the aftermath of Shane and Murry. His little gang of thugs that survived bolted from the country. There is no official king of the underworld in Ireland anymore, but a lot of smaller “businesses.”

It was amazing there, like a honeymoon, and we even had a small ceremony at my granddad’s cabin with Lawson, Novak, and Foster. Cleo even flew over for the weekend before they all had to go back home. We spent the rest of the trip visiting Ireland and I showed him all my favourite views and places. The other half we made love, catching up for lost time. As much as I love Ireland and everyone in it, I wanted to go home, and get back to our lives.

“Welcome home!” I look up to see Ryan and Jack standing in the kitchen.

“Hey!’ I practically run up to them and embrace both in a hug, that is until I’m ripped away by Quinn.

“Enough touching,” he growls.

“Sorry, boss,” Ryan smiles, not looking like he is at all.

“We just missed her. It’s been hell without her,” Jack supplies.

“And I’m sure you two didn’t miss me at all?” Quinn asks deadpan.

“You were gone?” Jack smirks, making us all laugh.

“Get out of my house. We’ll get an update from you later,” he barks out.

“Come over tomorrow and I’ll make a special dinner to celebrate our return,” I smile at them.

“Sounds like a plan, boss.” They smile at me making Quinn roll his eyes as they leave us alone.

I turn to Quinn. He lost some weight while he was kidnapped but gained it back over the last month. He even trimmed his overgrown beard a wee bit. I take his hands and give him a wicked smile. “Follow me,” I say with a sultry smile. That gets his attention right away. I lead him upstairs to our room. He shuts and locks the door behind us and we attack each other. His soft lips and rough beard feel like home to me. Once our shirts are off, he unzips my jeans and pushes me onto the bed. He gets on his knees and pulls down my jeans and underwear then runs his hands up my smooth legs and to my belly. He leans up and places kisses on my slightly firm stomach.

“I love you,” he whispers against my skin making me tingle, then moves lower, trailing kisses all the way to my opening. He uses his large hands to spread my thighs further apart. When he takes his first taste of me, I throw my head back and let out a long moan.

“I love that sound,” Quinn growls out.

He works fast as he builds me up. You’d think it’s been months since I've had sex not hours, but I’m just super sensitive from my pregnancy. He sends me over the edge and its pure bloody bliss. He climbs on top of me, kissing me passionately and I taste myself on, which only makes me hotter.

Suddenly he flips us over, so I’m on top. “Ride me, Molly,” he growls out while he pulls me to him. The sensation of slowly sliding down on him makes us both moan in ecstasy. I ride him hard, putting all my strength behind my thrusts. I love the pleasure I can give him, the growls and other sounds that come out of his mouth. I love it, just like I love him.

“Quinn, I’m so close,” I whimper, pregnancy making me go faster.

He lets out a growl and flips us over again. His thrusts are powerful and relentless, and before I know it, we both find release. He fills me up completely, and if I weren’t already pregnant, this would definitely knock me up. He lays on me, his weight like a comforting blanket. I wrap my hands around him, pulling him closer. We stay that way, enjoying our bodies tangled together.

“Welcome home,” I whisper into his ear.

“I’m home whenever I’m with you,” he says, kissing me again.

We spend the rest of the day lying in bed, making love, talking about the baby, and our future. And it sounds bloody fabulous to me.

Quinn~The next day

It takes all my control not to beat all these little snot nose kids into the ground. Molly wanted to go to the gym to see them and get an update from Jack, Ryan, and my other men who have helped run it over the last couple months. I wanted to stay in bed all day with her all day. So, natural we did what Molly wanted to.

All the boys were so happy to see her after she was gone for so long, and all the hugging and smiles are driving me crazy, I want to get their attention off her.

“Mr. O’Sullivan. It’s so nice to have you and Molly back.” I turn to see Betty behind me and I can't help but smile at her. She’s worked for me a long time, cooking my meals and organizing the housework, but it seems like Molly has made her the resident mother hen of this place.

“It’s good to be back Betty,” I smile at her.

“Miss Betty, we’re out of protein milkshakes,” one of the kids calls out.

“Excuse me, Mr. O’Sullivan,” she smiles and goes over to help with the kids.

I see Jack and Ryan walk toward me as they leave the group hounding Molly. “Impressed boss?”

“Yeah, I can't believe how many kids are a part of this,” I muse. It's impressive to say the least.

“Molly sets up quite a program before you went missing and the kids were rolling in. I maintained it to a T while she was gone,” Ryan tells me proudly.

“And I kept all the paperwork up, you know the hard, important stuff,” Jack challenges.

I roll my eyes at them. “Molly can't hear you, no point in sucking up to me.”

We spend the next couple hours there and Molly showed me the most promising recruits as I watched them fight. She was correct, they do have promise. We eventually make it back to the house where Molly makes dinner for Jack, Ryan, and I. We laugh and chat like always, and it feels like we’re back to our regular routine.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Ryan and I got you a welcome back gift,” Jack picks up a wrapped box and slides it over to her.

“You guys shouldn’t have?” Molly smiles brightly.

“Where’s mine?” I grunt out.

“Sorry boss, no gifts for people who get themselves kidnapped,” Jack cracks, making everyone but me laugh.

Molly rips it open and reveals a case of black Guinness. “You guys, thanks! And you even imported the good stuff.” She gets up and gives them both a hug. “I can't wait to have one in about six months,” she says with a smile at them.

They stare in confusion for what seems like forever before it clicks and their faces change.

“You're having an Irish baby?” Ryan gushes out.

“Congratulations!” Jack wraps her into a firm hug then Ryan does the same.

“Hey,” I snap. “Be careful, she’s pregnant.”

“This is so exciting! We're going to be uncles.” The fools are like giddy women.

“This baby will have a lot of uncles between you guys, Foster, Novak, and Lawson,” Molly says, sitting back down in her chair.

“Okay, let's dive into names,” Jack starts with a smile and says, “I vote Jack.”

“Ryan is better, way better,” Ryan supplies.

Again, I roll my eyes, but I can't help but smile. We dive into an in-depth discussion about names. All of them ridiculous and hilarious. We talk about work, and the fight clubs, and how Ian has never shown his face since we ran him out. Molly also happened to fix my relationship with Chen as well. Everything is coming together and I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life, even if she doesn’t think she would make an excellent king in this underworld world she makes a fucking fantastic queen. Her gym, Fighting Irish, is a massive success for underprivileged kids and has even given some of them a chance to make money by competing. She gets along with everyone and Ryan, Jack, Novak, Lawson, and Foster are all like brothers to her. Hell, they all like her more than they do me. She’s a perfect fit for me and my life. Eventually, the night finally comes to an end and we show Ryan and Jack out.

“Thank fuck,” I curse. “We’re finally, alone.” I fall to the couch dragging Molly to sit on my lap.

She gives me a look. “Fuck. I swore, again didn’t I?” She giggles and lays her head on my chest.

“It’s okay, Quinn. Our kid will probably already have red hair and an Irish accent, so what’s a few fucks every now and again.” She leans up and kisses my lips.

“You’re right, our kids are going to be perfect.” I kiss her again making her giggle. We snuggle with each other and do some online baby shopping using Molly’s iPad. We talk more about the baby, and I can't seem to get over the excitement I have about our growing family. Molly makes everything better. She knocked me on my ass, literally, and ever since then each day with her has been better than the last, and it will be that way until the end of our days.