Page 93 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

Two years later

“They just grow so fast, don’t they?” I said as I looked at Holly, who was falling asleep in my arms.

It seemed like only yesterday that she and her twin brother, Winter, were born. I could still remember when I first carried them in my arms, too afraid that I would end up breaking them because they looked so small and frail.

They were still small, but heavier now. Stronger, too, walking all over the place and climbing all over the furniture. I was no longer scared of carrying them, just worried that they’d bump their heads somewhere. They were still as precious as when they were born, especially when they were sleeping like this, innocent of all the troubles and dangers of the world. Not that they were going to have any if I could help it.

“Don’t worry,” Max told me. “We’ve still got over sixteen years before they get away from us. That’s plenty of birthdays, holidays, summer vacations…”

“And more awkward shopping trips like the one yesterday?” I asked. “For a moment there, I thought that lady was going to call the cops.”

“Because she thought we were holding a mom and her babies hostage? Ridiculous.”

I supposed we did look dangerous to outsiders. Not that I cared. I just hoped that the kids wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of our choice.

“You think the children will find it weird that they have three dads?” I asked Max.

“Well, we’ll just have to teach them that weird isn’t always bad,” he said. “Sometimes, it can be the best thing.”

Max gently put Winter down in his crib. The child looked just like him except with darker hair, but neither Jake nor I minded. As for Holly, she was the spitting image of her mother.

I kissed the top of her head before putting her down as well. She stirred, so I patted her thigh gently and hummed a lullaby.

Max chuckled softly. “Look at you, all tame and smiling now.”

“Shut up,” I half-heartedly scolded him.

He grinned. “By the way, how did you like that ceremony we did earlier?”

“It was beautiful,” I told him. “I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

“It was Lauren who planned everything,” Max said. “I just paid for it.”

“Well, you can deduct some of the cost from my paycheck if you want,” I offered.

I’d been working as one of Max’s bodyguards for the past year, though mostly just for when he had important meetings or trips abroad, since I also had to help Lauren and Jake with the twins.

Max shook his head. “Nah. It’s fine. The company’s doing fine.”

Better than ever, actually, if Forbes could be believed. Max was just on its cover last month. For the second time.

Just then, Max’s phone vibrated. He stepped away from the cribs and took it out of his pocket.

“Speaking of the company,” I muttered.

“Actually, it’s Irina,” Max said. “She left her scarf. I’m sure it’s just around here somewhere.”

Scarf? I seemed to remember she was wearing a green one.

“Maybe one of the maids already found it,” I said.

He had hired a few since Lauren got pregnant.

Max nodded. “I’ll ask tomorrow. She isn’t coming back right now, anyway. She’s at a bar making up for all the years she couldn’t enjoy herself. I sure hope she does. I hope she can finally be happy.”

I simply nodded. I never thought I’d be this happy, either. And if someone like me had found happiness, surely Irina could, too.

“Didn’t one of your old buddies go with her?” Max asked me.

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