Page 115 of Single Mom's Bikers

We return to covering her tattoo after we come down from our climax. Through my window, I glimpse Rick returning on his bike. Zane’s probably at the gym.

My brothers. My partners in everything. Even this—loving one woman enough to share her completely.

“What are you thinking?” she asks as I pause to wipe excess ink.

“About the first time I saw you through that window.” Truth comes easier now. “How you changed everything without saying a word.”

“I remember watching you watch me.” Her smile turns wicked. “Wondering which brother would break first.”

“And instead, we all broke together.”

“Best choice I ever made.” She touches her stomach. “All of you.”

The gesture reminds me of our child, growing from the night we first shared her.

“Think the baby will have your artistic talent?” she asks softly.

“God help us if they do. Imagine a mini-me with spray paint.”

Her laugh fills my studio. The sound still amazes me—how free she is now. How much lighter.

I finish the outline, studying how the feathers transform Luca’s snake. Not hiding it completely but changing its meaning. Like she changed us.

“Beautiful.” She examines my work in the mirror. “You make everything beautiful.”

“You already were.” I clean and bandage her arm gently. “I just show what’s always been there.”

She turns in my arms, pressing close despite the fresh ink. “Thank you. For seeing me even when I was hiding. For loving me despite the lies.”

I kiss her softly.

When we break apart, I rest my forehead against hers. “We should let that heal before starting the shading.”

“Probably.” But her hands find my chest. “I can think of some ways to pass the time.”

I groan. “Doctor’s appointment first. Then we’ll discuss proper healing techniques.”

Her pout could melt steel. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” I kiss her again because I can’t help myself. “Now come on. Time to see our baby.”

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CHASE

The ultrasound roomfeels too small for three brothers, but none of us would miss this. Evie lies on the exam table, her shirt raised to expose the slight curve of her belly. My fingers itch to sketch her like this—soft, vulnerable, perfect.

Dr. Williams raises an eyebrow at our presence but doesn’t comment. Just squirts that cold gel that makes Evie gasp.

“Alright, let’s see this baby.” She moves the wand with practiced ease. Static fills the screen until?—

“Oh.” The doctor makes a small sound of surprise. She points. “Here we have baby A, nice and active. And over here…baby B.”

My breath catches. Two distinct shapes. Two tiny hearts beating strong and fast.

“Twins?” Evie’s voice is soft with shock.

“Both measuring right on track.” Dr. Williams takes measurements while we stare transfixed. “Good, strong heartbeats.”

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