Page 137 of Legacy

Now that the kids are about to leave with Pearl and Margaret for the night, the party is going to escalate, and all I care about is having Reagan in my arms.

I stop behind her, wrapping an arm around her. Like my own magnetic force speaks to hers, she leans into me.

“Time for your sleepover, Honey Bea.” I look down at my daughter, who is hanging at Reagan’s side.

I tug her ponytail, and she glares at me. “Daddy, you’re messing up my hair.”

“Sorry.” I squat down to hug Bea, and the second I release her, she moves to plant both her hands on Reagan’s belly.

“Night night, Daisy.” She kisses Reagan’s stomach.

We thought about waiting to tell Bea about the baby until Reagan was further along. She’s not even showing yet. But with Reagan’s morning sickness taking front and center these past few weeks, we decided she deserved to know so she wouldn’t worry. Plus, we want to make her a part of this as much as possible.

Ever since Bea found out, she’s been bursting with excitement. She’s been planning what games she’ll play with the baby when they arrive, and I don’t have the heart to tell her that they won’t be playing games for a little while. Even if I did, Bea likely wouldn’t listen. Just like she refuses to accept that we don’t know yet if she’s getting the sister she keeps asking for.

She’s already named her Daisy, and every time she says that name, part of me hopes we do get a little Daisy someday.

Reagan bends down to hug Bea goodnight. It’s quick because the second Bea gets eyes on Austin standing beside Margaret and Pearl, she runs to them, barely yelling goodbye.

With the kids gone, there’s only the club to continue the wedding celebration.

“Soul wanted me to pass along a message.” Chaos walks over, holding his phone up, with his texts open. “Tell those crazy ass motherfuckers congratulations.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I chuckle, wrapping my arms around Reagan.

Soul has been texting me all day, giving me shit. Saying that if I’m going to marry a girl I’ve known for only a few months, then I’m no longer allowed to judge anything he does from here on out.

Maybe it is a little sudden. But when I decided I wanted to build a life with this woman, I didn’t see the point in waiting for any of it.

I tighten my grip around Reagan, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

She leans back to look up at me. “Hi, husband.”

“Hi, wife.” I kiss her forehead next. “How long until we can leave?”

“It’s our party.” She giggles as I pull her tighter to my body. “And the kids just left. We haven’t even started celebrating.”

“I’d rather celebrate alone. Preferably by stripping off your clothes and worshipping you in our bed.”

“Don’t you dare try to steal our girl from us yet, Legacy.” Luna knocks me on the shoulder, handing me two shots. “She can’t drink, so you’re taking hers.”

“I’m going to be carrying him home if those are the rules.” Reagan laughs.

“Don’t worry, Ghost will drag him to your room when he can’t stand up straight.”

Since our first kiss in my room at the clubhouse, it’s been completely redone to make it ours. Reagan gave it a makeover with pictures, decorations, and a hundred pillows. She and Luna have been having too much fun with wallpaper. So long as it makes Reagan happy and helps make it feel like it’s ours, she can do what she wants.

This way, when we actually get a night to ourselves, we have our own little escape.

“Here you go.” Luna hands a shot to Tempe next, then Steel.

“Actually.” Tempe scrunches her nose, looking at the shot.

“I’ll take that.” Steel grabs it.

“Oh my god! Really?” Reagan jumps up and down as she and Luna close in on Tempe.

Tears are already streaming down Reagan’s cheeks before I’ve even processed what’s happening. And that’s when Steel downs the first shot with a chuckle.

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