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And I also finally found out the meaning behind the necklace he had given me on my eighteenth birthday. It was to tell me, even back then, that I was his light in the darkness, his calm in a storm.

That night, he caressed my belly after he made slow, sweet love to me.

And I fell asleep to my husband singing our song to our babies, who were currently the size of raspberries.

Asher

The past seven months have been nothing short of a whirlwind.

Chloe had me gagging for her body every minute of every day. There was nothing more beautiful than seeing her with my child nestled in her body.

Chloe had finally given in and told me what was wrong with Stella, and it killed me, but there was nothing I could do for her.

And that broke my heart.

I couldn’t fix it. Well, I could.

I could kill the bitch Kyrian was married to, make sure his kid stayed safe, and then kidnap Kyrian.

Hmmm....

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Chloe was asleep in our bed at the clubhouse, and this run had to happen.

We needed to help a woman and her three kids escape a polygamy situation.

I was strapping what I needed on my bike when Whit walked over and said, “You going to tell Chloe?”

I shook my head, “Nah, tell her after. She doesn’t need the stress right now.”

Whit shared a look with Pipe, Coal, Irish, Stoney, Rome, Gravel, and Hippie.

Then, they all either shook their heads or chuckled.

But it was Stoney who muttered, “You’re fucking up, boyo. But I am all here for the fireworks. And the ass-kicking she’s about to give you.”

I scoffed, “My woman loves me. She’s not going to kick my ass.”

Famous last words.

I really should have heeded their advice.

I really fucking should have.

Because seven hours later, after we all got shot at by the dumbass son of a bitch, we dropped the woman and her three kids off with Powers at the Mississippi state line, so they could go to their next destination when we pulled into the clubhouse.

As I dismounted from my bike, it was to see my woman with her arms crossed over her pregnant belly, tapping her foot.

“You motherfucking lying piece of shit,” she screamed at me.

I held my hands up, “Doll Baby, let me...”

She snarled, “Go to hell, Asher. I woke up, and you were nowhere to be freaking found. Nowhere. I needed help getting out of bed. In case you missed the memo, I’m as big as a flipping house.”

She took in a breath and continued before I could get a word out, “You promised me that I came first. That me and your kiddos came first. You're lucky that I was able to finagle my way off the bed before I peed myself. And just for that, your butt is on the couch tonight.”

“Doll Baby, I know, and I’m sorry. It was time sensitive.” I told her, and it was.

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