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"What would you need to know about motorcycles that you don't already know, baby?" Jacoby asks.

I try to keep my face neutral. "So I was wondering... is there any way to safely attach a car seat to a motorcycle?"

Kyler chokes on air. Jacoby's mouth drops open. Tres goes completely still.

"A what now?" Jacoby manages.

"A car seat. You know, for babies?" I fight to keep the smile off my face. "I mean, I figure between the three of you, someone must know if it's possible."

Tres leans forward, his dark eyes intense. "Indy..."

"Because," I continue innocently, "we might need to figure something out in about seven months."

I pull the pregnancy test from my back pocket, my hands trembling slightly as I hold it up. Three sets of eyes lock onto the little pink plus sign.

"Holy shit," Jacoby breathes, leaning forward for a closer look. His face splits into a massive grin. "Holy fucking shit!"

Tres hasn't moved from his chair, but his eyes have softened in a way I've only seen a handful of times. "Come here, baby girl."

I walk over and he pulls me onto his lap, one hand sliding to rest protectively over my still-flat stomach. "You're going to be gorgeous carrying our child," he murmurs against my hair.

"A baby!" Jacoby jumps up, pacing excitedly. "I can teach them everything about bikes - start them young, you know? Get one of those little plastic motorcycles, then work our way up to a mini dirt bike..."

"They're not even born yet and you're already planning to put them on two wheels?" I laugh.

"Hell yeah! Gotta start early if they're gonna be the next generation of mechanics."

A sniffle draws my attention to Kyler, who's trying to discreetly wipe his eyes.

"Ky?" I reach out for him.

"I just..." he clears his throat. "Brick would've been so happy. A grandkid to spoil." His voice cracks on the last word.

I feel tears well up in my own eyes as I pull him close. "Yeah, he would've."

"Hey now," Jacoby says softly, wrapping his arms around both of us. "No sad tears allowed. This is happy news."

"The happiest," Tres agrees, joining our group hug. His hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "We're going to give this kid everything."

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EPILOGUE: KYLER (THREE YEARS LATER)

The pink tricycle gleams in the morning sun as I crouch beside Brinley, my hands hovering near her tiny shoulders. Her dirty blonde curls bounce as she wiggles on the seat, her hazel eyes focused with an intensity that reminds me of Tres during club meetings.

"Ready, princess?"

"I got this, Daddy." She grips the handlebars, her little chin jutting out. "Just like your bike."

"Almost." I adjust her feet on the pedals. "Remember what we practiced?"

A prospect walks by, nodding respectfully. Brinley waves, momentarily distracted. "Hi Uncle Fang!"

"Eyes forward, sweetheart." The words barely leave my mouth before she's pedaling, wobbly but determined.

"Look! I'm doing it!" Her laughter echoes across the compound. Several brothers pause their work to watch, grinning as our little queen shows off her new skills.

"That's my baby girl!" Jacoby's voice booms from the garage. He wipes his hands on a rag, that signature goofy grin spreading across his face. "Future road warrior right there."

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