Page 104 of Peer & Coco

Lizzy, overhearing, rolled her eyes. "Trust me, Roar is already telling me we're going to let that blond mop of Joakim's grow out. I keep telling him that public schools around here will never let him start kindergarten looking like a Viking."

Amused, Peer looked at his president holding his son. The Slag Motorcycle Club would go on someday with their grown children carrying on the Nordic traditions they all held close to their heart. The trust, loyalty, and promise to protect would be implanted in each of them.

Marcus approached and slapped his hand on Peer's shoulder. "When are you flying to Norway?"

"Not until the baby is six months old." He counted the months. "In May."

"You'll make it back for Norwegian Constitution Day." Marcus crossed his arms. "Want company on the way back?"

"You?"

Marcus shook his head. "I've been talking to this woman back home. She'd like to come here, but I don't want her traveling alone."

He shrugged. "Sure. Once we have a set date, I'll let you know."

Marcus clapped him on the back. "Thanks, brother."

Coco had stepped away and was talking with Lizzy, Heather, and Monica. He eyed his woman's ass, liking the fullness since she'd gotten pregnant.

"I can feel your eyes, mister," said Coco, looking over her shoulder.

"Only on you, Collette Lewis." He ogled her, knowing when they get home, he was going to have all that in bed.

"Mamma?" yelled Tyr.

Coco stepped away from the group. "I'm right here, Tyr."

His son ran up and came to a stumbling stop in front of Coco. "Can I spend the night at Hanne's house?"

"Not tonight, sweet face."

His son wrinkled his nose. "Please."

"Remember, your mom is coming over early in the morning, and you'll be spending the weekend at her place." She brushed Tyr's bangs off his forehead. "We'll plan something with Hanne on a different night."

Peer's chest warmed. The matter of who would be mom to Tyr as he grew up was never a problem they had to face. His son called Kelli mom, while he saved the Norwegian name of mamma for Coco.

Tyr dropped his chin, pivoted, and ran back to the group of kids. Coco straightened, holding her back and yawned.

He went up to Coco, knowing they were both looking forward to having the weekend to themselves. It would be the last one before the baby arrived.

"You know what I think?" He gathered her in his arms. "I say, let's get Tyr into the car, get you home, and I can rub that tired back of yours, and you can get some sleep."

"Don't make me have an orgasm right here, promising a backrub," she whispered.

He raised his brow. There were rooms upstairs.

As if reading his mind, she leaned into him, her baby bump hitting him first. "Should we?"

She didn't have to ask him twice. He grabbed Elling. "Watch my son."

"No can do. I need to go home to Jackie." Elling glanced back and forth from him to Coco and shook his head in amusement before walking away.

Taking Coco's hand, he led her to Brage. "Are you going to be around for a half-hour?"

He held up a bottle of whiskey. "I'm meeting Dinah in the alley in five minutes."

"Damn." He searched through all the members occupied in conversations or with their women, and said, "Let's ask Holly."

The older woman pushed Peer in the chest at his request and shooed him away with a laugh. Taking her kindness to babysit, he led Coco upstairs. On the second landing, he heard shouts of encouragement from the Slag members. Keeping Coco walking, he kissed her to distract her from their audience.

He took her in his old room—pre-Tyr days—and shut the door. It wouldn't be long, and they wouldn't have time to run away and grab a quickie at the clubhouse when the urge hit.

But, his little family was worth the sacrifice.

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