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Marx lets out a bone weary sigh. “Fine. What about getting rid of those fucking dildos?”

“Well,” Rider starts, “So far 10 went on the walls, 10 on Officer Martin’s cruiser -”

“A fair few in the Dongsai Garden out back,” Tank adds with a smirk while Marx rolls his eyes.

“Oh, she also ‘gifted’ some to the Eden’s Keep women too. Something about ‘breaking the shackles with orgasms’,” I shrug.

Marx runs his hand down his beard thoughtfully, “Good, that’s good. There were a shit ton of women there, so we must be done with the dicks. Alright. Anyone got anything else to bring to the table?”

Looking around, the brothers all shake their heads.

“Not a word, brothers. I have a baby shower to get to,” Savage says. He’s so into becoming a father that Nat has had to threaten his balls just so he would go to work and stop hovering around her.

“You do know that a baby shower is for the mom and not the dad, right?” Flack points out.

“Shut up, it’s my special day too!” Savage growls back and then tosses a pen at him.

Before they can start scuffling in earnest, Marx slams down the gavel, “Church over, now get out!”

We all stand to leave the room, coming to a bottleneck in the doorway behind Rider.

“Dude, get out of the way.” Savage elbows him and moves into the common room, “Holy shit,”

We all side eye each other and then push to leave the room, wanting to see what the hell is going on. The common room is a sea of pastel colors. But not in any type of tasteful way. More in a “Chewy bought all this stuff, and it exploded everywhere.”

“What the hell happened in here?” Fox whispers, wide eyed.

“Are those dicks ejaculating streamers?”

My gaze follows Judge’s finger to the corner of the ceiling where yes, that is a dildo with streamers coming from the knob. It’s not the only one either. There are all sorts of dicks dotted around the room ejaculating pastel crepe paper. On the walls, on the ceiling. There’s some type of weird cake thing made of diapers sitting in the middle of one of the long tables, and I’m sure that’s a black knob sticking out of the top.

“Jesus H Christ, that’s a lot of dicks. And a fuck ton of pink and blue,” Flack whispers under his breath, in awe of the sight. He opens his arms as Remy leans into him for a hug, not taking his eyes off the room he’s standing in.

I look at my Pres to see how he’s handling it and it’s safe to say he’s doing pretty well. If chewing frantically on antacids is a good thing.

“Welcome all, today we celebrate the incubators and the ex-incubator!” Chewy announces, indicating Ana, Nat and Lovely who are sitting in recliners wearing crowns. The back of the chairs are decorated with rubber dongs, giving it a whole Game of Thrones vibe. But with dicks.

A soft hand squeezes my ass before moving up my back, gently rubbing between my shoulder blades. I lift my arm and my Pixie snuggles in.

“So, what do you think?”

I stare down at her wide eyed, “Are you fucking with me?”

“No way! I helped decorate, and it was so much fun. I never had this with Niko, and Lovely obviously didn’t have it with little Bee either. The girls decided Lovely shouldn’t miss out on something so, well, lovely, so they added her into the mix.” She beams up at me, a little teary.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, swiping the tear that falls from her lashes as it makes a trail down her cheek.

“It’s just, I never wanted to be anyone’s Ol Lady.” Uh oh. “I never wanted to belong to anyone. And then you came along with your stupid sexy face and your soft heart and you gave me this. A place filled with people. Crazy, beautiful, kind people that have helped my kids to thrive. People that have accepted Lovely as their friend.” She waves around the dick covered room before turning to me. “You, Tav, gave me a place to belong.”

I cup her face as she looks up at me. “You own me, Pixie. Body and soul.”

She rises to her toes and gently presses her lips against mine, tenderly. “You own me, Tav. Body and soul.”

We turn and watch for a moment as Chewy brings out a cake shaped like a very realistic vulva.

“Ah, Chewy, what’s with the vag?” Ana points to it, looking weirded out.

“The baby could have a vag,” she replies, shrugging, jiggling Chomper in her front carrier.

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