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RHEA

3 weeks later

“Anyone else feelinga little anxious for the “gno” appointment?” Josie asks. The guys are all sat around the table eating breakfast, pretending not to hear a word she just said.

“You catch that game last night?” Hawk asks in a louder voice than he needed to.

I fight my smile. What is it with men and conversations about the vagina that makes them so uncomfortable? Yet you mention tits and suddenly they can talk for hours.

“I’m a little anxious,” I add, nodding.

Star puts down her fork. “There is nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a normal, regular thing women do. Sure, sometimes things can feel a little uncomfortable, but once you relax, you’ll find you actually enjoy yourselves,” she states.

Josie and I both nod. “It would be nice if there is no trouble. Maybe you could keep your knuckle dusters at home this time?” Josie suggests. That caught the guys’ attention. Josie’s eyes go wide when she realises what she said.

“Why would you need to take your knuckle dusters to the gyno appointment, darlin’?” Ghost asks, watching Star.

She glares down the table at Josie, giving her a what the fuck look before clearing her throat. She slowly cuts a piece of bacon on her fork and causally places it in her mouth. “Oh, you know, just in case the doctor gets a little too handsy down there,” she says, shrugging.

“Oh yeah, I carry my mace with me,” Maggie adds, making it sound like it’s the normal thing amongst women.

The guys keep looking at us, but thankfully Queenie comes out of the kitchen carrying another full pan of bacon. Only when she places it down, not one of them make a move to devour it.

“There you are. No more now, or pigs will end up extinct,” she chastises, whipping her towel around Beast’s head. She frowns at the silence. “What y’all talking about?” she asks, looking at us.

“Oh, we were talking about how Star brings her knuckle dusters to her “gno” appointment, and how Maggie says she takes her mace,” Nova explains, her eyes going wide for emphasis.

“Oh!” Queenie exclaims. “Yes, yes. On the regular I would take my handgun in my bag. I mean, when they insert the speculum, and then they crank you open like their jacking up a car to change the tyre...” Queenie states, folding her arms. The men all stop as Queenie continues. “And then the thing that gets me is when they use that scrapy stick thing to scrape the cells off your cervix. Although the last time I went, the doctor did say I had a wonderfully welcoming cervix.” She beams.

The guys all stand, mumbling their excuses and the evacuate the room.

“Where are you going?” Star laughs.

“I’m calling church!” Ghost yells over his shoulder. Once they’re all gone and it’s just us women and the children left, we burst out hysterically laughing. Tears run down my face and my stomach muscles are hurting by the time we stop laughing.

“Queenie, that was genius,” Belle compliments, wiping away her tears of laughter.

Queenie takes a bow. “Thank you, ladies. This isn’t my first time. Imagine talking about this thing twenty years ago. They practically ran away back then.” She laughs. “So, tomorrow is the day?” she questions. We all nod. “Excellent, I will make sure I am around for this.” She smirks.

“Not a word, Queenie,” Star warns, wagging her index finger at her.

“I promised, didn’t I? Not a word,” she says, pretending to zip her lips. “I shall just make sure I am here and available to look after the little ones should anything happen,” she states.

“Thank you. Although, nothing bad will happen. We are just going out to let off some steam and have a great time without the overprotective ogres.” She holds her hands up. “Loveable overprotective ogres, but just some freedom away from the club. Just one night,” Star adds.

“Well, we actually have to make it out first without them figuring out that we haven’t gone to the Gala,” Maggie points out.

“I’m just a little worried that Rage will not take it very well,” Dixie says anxiously.

I look at her worried. I thought all the guys were lovely and protective over their women for sure, but the way Dixie was looking, she looked worried. Star must read my expression as she reaches over and squeezes my hand.

“It’s not what you think. Rage is…. Well, he’s Rage. He thinks differently to most and he loves and cares for Dixie so fiercely. He would lay down his life and protect every one of us.” She pauses. “He just struggles with his emotions sometimes,” Star explains.

I nod in understanding, when in reality I don’t, but if Star is defending him then he must be a decent guy.

A little while later the guys come out, approaching with caution to make sure that we are done talking about our vaginas.

“What time are you going to this Gala tomorrow?” Ghost asks Star as he sits back down next to her. He reaches over and places his hand on the back of her neck, stroking his thumb up and down.

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