Page 138 of Legacy

“Really.” Tempe smiles. “I’m almost twelve weeks.”

“We’ll be pregnant together.” Reagan smiles, pulling Tempe in for a hug.

When they pull apart, they both look at Luna, who immediately downs her shot.

“Don’t even put that on me right now. Ghost and I areperfectly happy enjoying each other first.”

“I’m sure you are.” Tempe nudges Luna. “If that party last week is any indication…”

Color creeps Luna’s cheeks, but she just shrugs. Ghost and Luna don’t mind getting it on in public places every once in a while. Which is usually when I leave because no way in hell do I need to see my brother and his old lady like that.

“When did I end up in the happy couple section of this party?” Chaos looks around.

“Maybe it’ll rub off on you,” I say.

He holds up his beer, pointing a finger at me. “Fuck you for even suggesting it.”

Everyone laughs as he walks away, finding a group of patch bunnies mulling around at the edge of the room.

Ghost comes up beside Luna, wrapping his arm around her.

“They’re trying to get you to knock me up,” Luna says to him.

“Give me the word, little owl.”

She elbows him, shooting him a playful glare. “You’re incorrigible.”

He shrugs, holding up his shot glass. “To the happy couple. And the growing family.”

Looking around, I realize he’s right. The club is growing in so many ways. We’re changing. Growing up. Creating another generation and, hopefully, going to do this better than our parents.

When everyone takes their drinks, I down my shot, feeling the burn warm my throat.

“Will you be at the gym in the morning?” Tempe asks Reagan. “I’m trying to keep moving, especially now with the baby. I’ll go stir crazy if I don’t.”

Tempe, Luna, and now Reagan have started their own little self-defense club in the gym on the compound. They spend a couple of hours a week in there, and Tempeteaches them how to defend themselves. It’s helped Reagan regain her confidence after what happened when she was taken by the Iron Sinners, and I’m thankful Tempe has been able to help her with that when I feel like there’s only so much I can do for her.

“I’ll be there,” Reagan says. “I just wish Aimee would join us. Maybe I’ll ask her again.”

Aimee and Reagan have grown closer by the week. Every day Reagan takes Bea to school, she spends some time at the safe house, bringing items to the girls or just spending time with them. I sense they share the kind of friendship that can only be born in the trauma they experienced, but it’s deeper with Aimee.

Still, Aimee refuses to come anywhere near the clubhouse after seeing Havoc. He won’t say a word about how they know each other, and when anyone pushes it, he walks away.

If I had to guess, that’s why Havoc volunteered to take the trip with Soul to Los Angeles to meet with Blaze, Sage, and the LA chapter. It’s easier to avoid what he’s not telling us about Aimee if he’s not here.

Except he’s coming back soon, and Steel has already said he needs us back to our usual posts when he returns, which puts Havoc in charge of the safe house and directly around the girl, who wants nothing to do with him.

“I’m sure she’ll come around.” Tempe reaches out her hand to Reagan.

“I hope so.”

“On that note… I’d like a moment with my wife.” The last thing I want is Reagan frowning on our wedding day.

These issues will still be here tomorrow, but this isn’t the time for them.

Reagan rolls her eyes as I start to drag her away. “Where do you think you’re taking me, Jesse King?”

“To our room.” I make the turn down the hallway that leads to the members’ bedrooms.

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