Page 107 of Thornhill Road

Most of them, anyway.

I felt Mustang’s lips graze my ear a second before he asked, “You ready to ride, sugar?”

As I turned my head, touching my nose to his, I didn’t hide my smile.

No way we’d been at the bar for longer than an hour, which meant we hadn’t even hit ten o’clock—but we both knew I was never going to make it to the last act that night.

I was a woman who thrived on cat naps and coffee.

But I’d temporarily given up coffee, and a cat nap whilst growing a human was a joke.

I wanted three things that night.

First, to sit at the bar at Steel Mustang.

Second, to feel the wind in my hair as we took to the open road on his hog.

Third, to stay awake for the best part.

I knew, if he was ready to go, he was hoping to make sure I got all three.

I answered with a nod, he took my hand, and we were out the door.

I waved to Winnie as we went. She smirked and winked in reply.

The jeans I had on that night wouldn’t close anymore, but thanks to my new maternity belly band, I still rocked them and was able to get on and off the Harley with practiced ease.

Sadly, I hadn’t been able to get my feet into my pink Jimmy Choos—but on the bright side, the alternative was seriously badass.

For my birthday, Mustang bought me a pair of Christian Louboutin calf leather, red sole, Chelsea ankle booties. They had a three-inch heel, a rubber sole, and an elastic collar that all butguaranteed I could fit my swollen ankles inside throughout my pregnancy.

I loved my man.

My boots were proof he loved me, too.

He revved his Harley’s engine, and I held him tight. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to ride, but I intended to enjoy the freedom as long as it lasted.

It was around mid-December when Mustang and I started talking about trying for a baby. It was Mary-Kate who brought it up first when she asked for a sibling for Christmas. Apparently, one of her classmates was expecting a baby brother at the time, which made it top of mind as she curated her list for Santa.

That night in bed, Mustang asked me if I was ready.

The next morning, I stopped taking my birth control.

We hardly thought about the fact that we’d only been together six months.

Like every move we made together, we were all in fast.

It took us three months before we finally got that double pink line.

While it was a bit of a spoiler, with an ETA a year later than she’d originally hoped, on Mary-Kate’s fifth birthday, we told her she’d be a big sister come Christmas.

Mustang drove a half hour out and then turned around and brought me home.

It wasn’t a long ride, but it sure did do the trick.

I once told him I didn’t want to get used to the way the rumble of his hog turned me on. Thanks to my pregnancy hormones, there was no danger of that. If anything, it made me even more ravenous.

Before I moved to climb off the back, I squeezed my arms around him tighter, propping my chin on his shoulder as I murmured, “You’re gonna have to handle Grace. I can’t do smalltalk right now. All I can think about is how badly I want you inside me.”

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