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The pieces came together—passing out… the secret she’d wanted to keep. My girl was pregnant again.

She nodded. “Yeah. I wanted it to be—” Her words cut off as another orgasm hit her.

I gripped her hips in my hands and groaned as she moved back, forcing my cock even deeper. I couldn’t have stopped myself from filling her even if I tried.

“Love you, princess,” I sputtered with a ragged breath as I fell back against the lounger.

“I love you too, Jamie,” she whispered with another smile before taking my hands and placing them on her stomach. “Are you happy?”

I nodded. “So fuckin’ happy.”

And I was. I was going to get Mikey and Betsy out of town first thing in the morning and be home in time for a tea party with my favorite little girl. When she went to bed, I had plans to take advantage of her mother again.

I knew that I’d sleep better at night, knowing my son was safe. And I’d still visit him every chance I got, all while knowing that he was going to get to grow up normally.

Betsy would have to listen to me this time around; after everything Mikey had seen, she’d want him as far away from Comedian as possible.

I grabbed the robe from the patio and wrapped it around Celia’s shoulders before carrying her back inside.

It wasn’t easy, but I was straddling the line between father and leader pretty well. I kept thoughts of war to myself, convinced I could neutralize the threats long before this baby arrived.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Celia: 1994

“Why do our babies insist on coming early?” I growled through another contraction. It had been just after one in the morning when I’d woken up, convinced I’d wet the bed like a small child.

The baby wasn’t due for another four weeks and, as I hadn’t had any complications, it hadn’t initially crossed my mind that I could be in labor.

I called my father and asked him to come over and stay with Kate before stripping the bed and starting laundry. When two o’clock passed and Jamie still wasn’t home, I began to worry.

At my dad’s urging, I finally called the clubhouse, praying that they weren’t out on a run. I got lucky and my husband came roaring up in front of the house twenty minutes later.

Jamie glanced at the clock on the dashboard and the speedometer crept up a little more. “She’s comin’ quick… just like her sister.”

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and laid back against the seat. Jamie reached over and squeezed my hand as I joked, “At least we’re not driving in the middle of an ice storm.”

He kept his eyes on the road but nodded. “Yeah, we should stick to making summer babies.”

“What makes you think we’ll be having anymore after this one?”

Jamie’s lips curved up into a smile. “Oh, we’ll be havin’ more, princess. I’ll buy you a big house and we’ll fill it up with little girls.”

“What—no little boys to balance things out?” I regretted the words as I watched his face fall. He was thinking about Mikey again.

He’d tried everything to keep his son safe, but Betsy couldn’t stay away from Comedian. I was beginning to think that she was addicted to being hurt; that maybe some part of her was hardwired to crave it.

Despite Jamie’s best efforts, she’d selfishly continued to put her son in danger.

I’d tried dropping hints whenever Comedian was around, about how much love children needed, but I wasn’t sure if he listened to a word I said.

Another contraction hit and I tightened my hold on his hand as I rode it out. There was a quick blip of a siren and then the truck began slowing.

I forced my eyes open to red and blue flashing lights illuminating the cab. “What’s happening?”

Jamie cursed as he shifted the truck into park. “We’re getting pulled over. Just keep breathing, in and out. I’ll have us back on the road in a sec.”

“Good evening, sir,” the police officer began, holding a flashlight up to the window. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

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