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“You’re just saying that because I threatened to cut off your balls so you’d never be able to knock me up again right after I delivered your giant baby,” she grumbled.

“Nah,” he denied, shaking his head with a laugh. “I said the same thing before that, and you’ve already mentioned him needing another sibling even though he’s only a couple of days old.”

“Whatever.”

We were bumped out of the way as the other Hounds of Hellfire squeezed in to meet their president’s son.

“That will be us soon,” Pax whispered against my ear.

“I hope so.”

The past several days had been a whirlwind, but now that the danger had passed, I was beyond ready to start building a life—and family—with my white knight in black leather.

EPILOGUE

BLAZE

After what felt like the longest nine months of my life—but also the happiest—I was finally a dad. And I was going to be a fuck of a lot better one than mine had been. That was a promise I made to myself, my wife, and our barely-minutes-old son as I stared down at him.

“He’s perfect,” Courtney whispered.

“He is.” Brushing a kiss against her damp brow, I murmured, “And you’ve never been more beautiful.”

“Liar.” She shook her head with a tired laugh.

It’d been a long twenty-five hours giving birth to him, but she’d come through it like a fucking pro. “I’m not lying. Not even a little. I’m in awe of you, baby.”

“As you should be.” She beamed a smile at me, a hint of sass in her exhausted eyes. “I worked hard to give you our little bundle of joy.”

“No denying that.” I cupped the back of his tiny head with my palm. “Hard to believe someone so small could cause so much trouble.”

“You’re telling me.” She snorted and shook her head. “And I can’t even complain too much since he weighs almost threepounds less than Cadell. I have no idea how Stella managed it, but I’m grateful you didn’t give me a giant-headed baby to push out like King did to her.”

I winked at her. “You’re welcome.”

There was a knock on the door, and then the nurse who’d helped during the labor and delivery peeked her head into the room. “Ready for visitors? You have a ton out in the waiting room.”

I turned to Courtney. “Up to you, baby. You did all of the hard work. I was just here to hold your hand.”

“Aw,” the nurse cried, pressing her hand to her chest. “How is it that the toughest-looking ones are always the biggest marshmallows on the inside?”

“Don’t let anyone else hear you call me that,” I grumbled.

“Marshmallow.” Courtney giggled before nodding at the nurse.

“Who would you like to start with?” she asked.

“My brother, please.” My wife glanced up at me. “As long as that’s okay with you. I’m not sure how long he can stay, and I want him to get as much time with his nephew as he can.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

She beamed a bright smile at the nurse. “Definitely my brother.”

The woman disappeared from the doorway, quickly replaced by my brother-in-law. He strode over to the other side of the bed, dropping onto the chair next to it before leaning in to give his sister a kiss on the cheek.

“Congratulations, Courtney.” He glanced at me with a smile. “You too, Blaze.”

At first, he hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of his baby sister getting together with a biker, but once he’d returned stateside after a deployment and seen how I was with Courtney, he’d come around. After punching me in the jaw for marrying her while hewas gone—the only hit I’d ever willingly let a man get in on me since I understood where he was coming from and appreciated how protective he was of her.

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