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He wrapped his armaround my shoulders and kissed the top of my head before greeting the rest ofthe men.

Jenson did seemsurprised to see Spike, but he was polite to him so I relaxed as we all satdown to eat, setting my hand on Spike’s thigh, and linking my fingers with hisunder the table.

“Ron and I have anannouncement,” Mattias said just as we took our first bite.

“You don’t want towait until dessert, babe?” Ron asked.

“I’m too excited.”

Ron shook his headas he smiled.

“What’s up,Matty?” Jenson asked.

“We’re having ababy.”

“Like, literally?”Jenson teased.

We all chuckledand Matty threw a dinner roll at his head. Jenson didn’t duck in time, and ithit him square in the forehead.

Matt had been thepitcher on his high school baseball team, and had gotten a full ride toPortland State, so it was no surprise Jenson hadn’t seen it coming.

“We found asurrogate,” Ron explained. “She’s at the four-month mark, and healthy, so wefelt it was safe to finally tell everyone.”

“Oh my gosh!” Iexclaimed, jumping up and hugging my brother first, then Ron. “I’m so excitedfor you both. You’re going to be the best dads.”

Jenson followed mylead and we spent the next few minutes congratulating the happy couple beforesitting down again to finish dinner.

To say it was oneof the best family nights was an understatement, and to have the love of mylife to share in the joy was the cherry on top of an already perfect sundae ofan evening.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Trixie

Saturday night, forfamily night, Spike picked me up alittle early, because I wanted to stop by Fred Meyer for wine. However, I wassurprised to see he’d brought his bike.

“Hey, baby, youlook cute,” he said when I answered the door and right before he kissed me.

“You do too,” Isaid, taking in his dark jeans, motorcycle boots, and leather jacket. “Ithought we were going to the store.”

“We are.”

I slid my hands uphis chest and raised an eyebrow. “We’re carrying wine on your bike?”

“Yeah. I’ve gotsaddlebags. You’d be surprised how much they hold.”

“What if I want toget a pie?”

He smirked. “Youdon’t need to get a pie. You don’t even need to get the wine. It’s a familynight. Everything’s covered.”

“I can’t come to aparty empty handed, Spike. My grandmother would fly down from heaven and smackme upside the head.”

He chuckled.“Well, then we better get goin’.”

“Do I look okay?”I asked, my insecurity on eleven.

“You lookbeautiful.”

“Are you sure?”

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