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No, I didn’t think so either. Now that he decided to be born, my son wasn’t wasting time.

Grim began shouting orders as people scrambled. Parents rushed to their kids, and club members hopped to do their president’s bidding. I felt my world tip as Grim picked me up.

“Hey, my mate.”

Ghrowl.

“Yes?”

“Time to meet our baby.” He winked and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’ve thought of a name for our son.”

“Oh? Tell me.”

He glanced at Papa, who froze. Somehow, he already knew what my G.G., Ghrowl and Grim, would say.

“Colter.”

The room around us silenced as everyone stopped talking and moving. Members all glanced at Papa, who sniffled. Years ago, Papa lost his son in a terrible accident. He’d been young. Only seventeen.

“Papa, is that okay? I’d love to name our baby after your wonderful son and honor his memory.”

Papa’s hand hovered over his heart, and he nodded. “Yeah.”

I clutched at my belly and groaned as Grim raced toward the door, abandoning the idea of grabbing clothes and helping me change. We didn’t have the time.

“Hey,” he whispered as we left The Crossroads, and he gripped my hand. “You’ve got this, Babe. I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He kissed my temple. “Merry Christmas, my Trish.”

The next contraction hit, and I never got the chance to answer.

Chapter 8 Bodie

December 21st—

Stepping into the kitchen, I headed for the fridge to grab a beer but stopped when I saw my woman and her delicious ass as she bent over, pulling a dish out of the oven.

“Sasha, Baby, what you doin’?”

She glanced over her shoulder at me, shaking her head as she placed a couple of pans of lasagna on the stove. “Cooking a few meals for Grim and Trish. They’re going to be so tired once they’re home with Colter. I figured I’d help out so they don’t have to worry about meals for a few weeks.” She slid off her mitts after placing both pans on the burners to cool. “You remember how it was when we first came home after Mavy was born. We were so clueless,” she laughed.

“I do,” I laughed, sliding close enough to wrap my arms around her. “But I’m thinkin’ more about the part where I got you knocked up.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “It’s your fault.”

She snorted. “How is that? I don’t have a dick.”

“Babe, your curves are pure sin, and your pussy is fucking magic.”

A giggle escaped from her softly parted lips. “It didn’t feel like magic when I had to push out Maverick.”

I shivered. “Let’s not focus on the painful aspect. I’m here to ensure all you feel is pleasure.”

She smacked my arm. “You’re in a playful mood. What’s going on?”

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