Page 76 of Falling for Her

He needs a girlfriend.

Dad hasn’t remarried or had any more kids, something I always wanted for him, but he has stated several times that mom was the love of his life, and he can’t see spending the rest of his days tied to another. He dates, but Aiden and I have never met the women, not after the first one we met wanting him to remove all trace that he had kids.

I can’t help but grin as Dad goads Cody by getting beat by a fourteen-year-old instead of disciplining his son while chatter echoes around me in the now-extended bakery, and everything settles in me.

Life over the last ten years has been amazing, even with Bethany back in Hopeton.

After giving birth to my daughter, Trish, who is now ten, I decided I wanted to expand the bakery, giving more sitting areas and a chance to employ more staff. Damian, the amazing man that he is, stood by me and helped me before knocking me up again with Lucas, who is eight and a little firecracker.

We also have Travvy, my five-year-old and, in my mind at the time, our last child, who is currently sitting on his grandpa’s lap.

Whereas Lucas and Trish have my brown hair and brown eyes, Travvy is all Damian, with shoulder-length blonde hair and piercing green eyes. He is his daddy’s twin, and I love it.

I feel a slight kick, look down, smiling as I gently rub over my stomach.

This baby was a bit of a surprise to say the least, and this time around, even Damian was shocked. After Trish, he knew before I did with our other two, but I guess that may have something to do with the fact he went and had a vasectomy, which failed.

His latest tests show he has a strong sperm count, and now my lovely husband is refusing to do the procedure again because, apparently, we were just supposed to have more kids, and this was fate’s way of telling us not to stop expanding our family.

I told him that was fine, but we’ll have to use condoms, or I’ll have to try birth control that won’t upset my body because, well, three kids were a lot, and now we are going on four. More than that, I don’t know if I’ll handle it because we’re already outnumbered, but the damn man refuses.

He’s adamant about keeping me knocked up despite knowing Travvy was ten pounds!

I’ll never admit it to him though, but however many babies he gives me I’ll have because honestly our kids are amazing even if we will be outnumbered.

“Angel,” I hear and look towards the door. I grin as Damian saunters in with Bullet. Trish and Lucas shout, “Mama!” and rush over to me.

“Careful of your mama’s stomach,” Damian says sternly, and the kids slow. I chuckle as I round the counter, and they wrap their arms around me.

“Hey guys,” I say happily as I cup the back of their heads and Bullet kisses my cheek and goes to the back table to see his son without a word, knowing Damian likes to grab my whole attention like the needy man-child he can be sometimes. But, also probably to avoid me giving him a lecture because where are his other two kids and my best friend?

“Where’s Scarlett and the kids?” I ask when Damian wraps his arm around me, shooing the kids over to their grandfather who go willingly.

“Scar is still at work, and Hannah and Livvy are with Louise,” he answers, kissing my neck and I smile wide as his hands go to my stomach, and our baby moves beneath his touch.

“He cheated!” Cody booms, and I laugh, knowing Aiden has most likely boasted again while Damian shakes his head.

“Let me guess, Cody thought he could take Aiden in poker?” Damian confirms and I hum in agreement making him chuckle as we watch Cody mock glare at my brother, and everyone goad him.

Not one brother will play with Aiden anymore, all realizing the hard way how good he is so why Cody thought he could take him is beyond me.

After a few minutes of holding me, Damian sighs and asks, “How are you with the news?”

I scrunch my nose up at his question.

News, ha, more like nightmare. He means Bethany trying to make amends with the family, my family, and apparently with me.

“I already said I won’t stop anyone from trying to figure out their relationship with her,” I answer cryptically, not wanting to cause any arguments where she is concerned, especially when I know Damian is a ticking time bomb with her.

Despite all the years that have passed, he still wants to kill her like he did my rapist.

For weeks, the club has tried to get my feelings on Bethany, but I refuse to give my opinion. She is their family, not mine, never mine. She had me raped all for a man who didn’t even want her. She blackmailed her own father for said man and split up a brotherhood in the process. I won’t give my opinion because I don’t want anything to do with her, and apparently, according to Scarlett, neither does she.

Bethany tried approaching her in the street to apologize last month but she told her to stay away from her family. She was all for trying around five years ago but that was before Bethany tried setting Bullet up at the club. She paid one of the clubwhores to drug him and act like he cheated on his wife, something that thankfully didn’t work.

My husband, the now VP, caught Crystal in the act and she sang like a canary when he held a knife to her throat. She got banned from the club, and Bethany—well, whatever relationship she was trying to rebuild with her parents was brought back down.

She’s now trying to rebuild it again with the rest of the club. She wants to come home and move back to the club grounds, and I can’t deal with that. Just because it happened ten years ago doesn’t change the fact that it happened.

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