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“He said I could, that you could be my mommy too, if you want to be.” She just ripped my heart out.

“Baby, I would want nothing more than to be your mommy. You’re already my daughter in my heart, and I think of you as so. I was waiting until you were ready for that.” I lean over and hug her tightly. “I love you, sweet angel.” I kiss her forehead and sit back, Royal wrapping his arm around me.

Next is Presley. “I asked Penny and Donovan both if they would share their mommy and daddy with me.” She holds Donovan’s hand tight. “I wanted to know whether you’d be my daddy? I heard you that night about promising to keep me safe forever,” she tells Royal.

He lifts her off the bed and hugs her, pulling all the kids with him. “I want nothing more than to be your daddy. You girls are my baby girls.” He kisses them both and sets them on the bed, where Presley turns to face me.

“I would be so honored to be your mommy, angel.” I hug and kiss her the same way I did Penny.

Last is Donovan who looks like he is bored with the whole thing. Penny pokes him in the side and whispers to him, “Remember what I told you?”

He nods and points his finger at Royal. “Daddy?” he says in his baby voice, and Royal gets choked up and lifts Donovan to him.

“Fuck yeah, I will be your daddy.”

“How do you feel about another sibling?” I ask them, and they look confused until I touch my belly.

“Oh my God! Our very own baby!” the girls scream at the same time, and we all laugh. I never knew life could be this good.

But I was wrong, it gets better.

Epilogue

NAOMI

Sixteen Years Later

I try not to react to the fact that my son is trying to kill me with a heart attack. Donovan is on a dirt bike right now, trying to show the younger kids how to do tricks.

He is eighteen years old, of pure hell.

He does a flip in the air and almost lands on top of the fence. I thought at one point he might grow out of this, but nope.

He has grown worse, spending his days tormenting his sisters along with the other girls in the club.

One thing is for certain, you don’t mess with them when Donovan is around, because he is the only one that can pick on them, he says.

My son is a prospect now with the name he has been given. They call him Psycho, and the name is very fitting.

Donovan gets off the dirt bike, handing it back to the kids, and rushes toward me when I notice that he is completely covered in mud.

The girls next to me, who are so breathtakingly beautiful that it kills Royal’s soul daily, mostly because the new members in the club are chasing them like they’re the last women on earth—hell, all of the girls in the club are strikingly beautiful to the point it should be illegal, and the guys are tormented trying to keep the boys away from them—they think it’s hilarious.

They all spot Donovan simultaneously and take off running because they know if he gets hold of them, he will get mud all over them.

Royal comes up to sit with me. He has aged so well and is now a sexy silver fox that ruins my panties even to this day.

“Mom, can we go ride?” I groan at hearing that, seeing my two younger sons. Reign is older of the two at fifteen years old and is the spitting image of his father.

Kace is the youngest at thirteen. He is the perfect mixture of me and Royal.

It’s chaos at the best of times, and I thrive on it. I love my kids so much and the joy they have brought me—and the gray hair. I wouldn’t change a thing.

“We did good, baby,” Royal tells me as we watch the girls run around, with Donovan trying to catch up to them.

“We did. Thank you for this amazing and crazy life,” I say, emotional and so blissfully happy.

He kisses me. The passion between us has only grown over the years. He knows every part of my soul.

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