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“I don’t need the car,” I whisper. “Just you.”

He hums and leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. I feel the weight of his body against my own. He’s breathing heavily, almost panting before he speaks, and when he does, I feel his warm breath wash over my face.

I love him.

No other words matter, but when he speaks again, it’s like he calms every single fear I’ve ever had in just a few sentences. This is the kind of man I always wanted for myself, but I just didn’t know who it would be. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be Evan. I thought that chapter was done the day I walked away from him and went to college.

“And I know you don’t need a fucking thing, but I’m going to spend my entire life giving you everything, Spencer. You make my life worth living, and I plan on showing you that every goddamn day.”

“I love you,” I whisper.

No other words need to be said. Instead, just the three most important ones.

“I love you, too, beautiful. Let’s go home.”

Home.

And home is where we go—our home.

BREW

THREE MONTHS LATER

There areballoons and shit everywhere, cupcakes and desserts, food, loud music, and toddlers running around. This is fucking family right here. Adam turns seven. It’s the first birthday he’s ever celebrated here, and my brother is going to do it up right, and right he does.

The clubhouse has turned into a romper room and not a sexy one. Family surrounds us as we pass through the door. I almost laugh, mainly because it’s hilarious to have a kid’s birthday party in the bar of an MC clubhouse, but here the fuck we are.

There are cartoon dogs dressed up as policemen everywhere, and the irony of it all makes me laugh. “Do you think this is enough?” Spencer asks, holding up the gift by the handles.

Looking at her hand, I smile, then shift my gaze back to the table where there are gifts, just like ours, lined up. They are different shapes and sizes, but I would guess we’re all getting him equal gifts.

“It’ll be fine, beautiful,” I rasp.

She gives me a shy smile and moves toward the table. Dropping my hand from hers, I watch her walk over and then set the gift down. Adam runs toward her and wraps his arms around her thighs. I watch as Spencer returns the hug and pats him on the head.

Adam runs off a moment later, and Spencer makes her way over toward the women. Kyle places her hand on her round belly, and I find myself watching her a little closer than I probably should.

“You good?” Gnaw asks from beside me.

With a grunt, I rip my gaze from his woman and look at him. “I want that, Spencer carrying my kid. That’s all I was thinking.”

Gnaw grins. “Better get on it, old man.”

He’s not fucking wrong. “Guess I better marry her fast, then. Don’t think she’d be open to it otherwise.”

“You’re not getting any younger. At this rate, you’re gonna be fifty, walking your kid to their first day of school.”

I can’t contain my laughter. Placing my hand on my belly, I shake my head a couple of times. “You are not fucking wrong on that.”

I move to the bar as I think about the conversation. I need to propose to Spencer, but at the same time, I can’t. That needs to be done when Clink is out of the pen. She wouldn’t marry me, and I wouldn’t ask her without her brother free.

So, it seems as if I’ll indeed be the fifty-year-old walking my kid to their first class at the elementary school after all.

The party continues. Men chat, drink, and eat. The women run after toddlers and the birthday boy is given all of the attention possible, including the whole room going quiet to sing the birthday song.

Never been to a kid’s party before, but I have to guess that this is one amazing birthday party. What kid doesn’t want to besurrounded by his aunts and uncles? Then we watch him open his gifts.

It’s a good fucking day, and I never thought I would have so much fun at a party, but Adam just isn’t some kid at the club. He’s my nephew by blood. I lift the beer bottle to my lips when he gets to my gift and shouts an excited thank-you across the bar.

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