Page 123 of Truck Stop Titan

“The hell’d you get those?” Tango asked.

“Stole ’em from your pops.”

Tucker slapped his hands together and gave ’em a good rub. “Well, now’s as good a time as any.”

Tito passed those fuckers out. I briefly considered taking a pass, but fuck, who was I to mess with tradition? Moriah would understand.

“So, who’s next?” Tango quirked a brow, shooting each of us a pointed look.

“One’s more than I can handle,” huffed Tucker, throwing his hands up and backing up a step.

Tito blew a smoke ring. “Tuuli’s got another six years of school. Truth be told, I’m not ready to fuckin’ share her anyway.”

All eyes aimed my direction. “Guess that leaves you.”

“Nah.” I shook my head. “I’m good. We’ll leave the baby-making to Pretty Boy.”

Hell, my chest was in a constant state of agony, threatening to crack open with all the feels I had for those girls of mine. I wasn’t sure I had room for more.

Tango chuckled. Stood taller. “Five sounds like a good number. Think I’ll go for five. Three boys, two girls.”

“Let’s revisit that statement after you’ve had zero sleep for three months straight,” Tucker threw in, cracking a grin and pointing his Cohiba Tango’s way.

“So, you coming up to meet my little angel, or what?”

I coughed out a puff of smoke, thrown off by his unexpected invitation. Tango and I shared a hard stare, a silent communication.

We good?

Yeah. We’re good

All’s forgiven?

Forgiven. Forgotten. Moving on.

I nodded. “Can I finish my fancy smoke first?”

We finished our smokes. We congratulated Pretty Boy again, with manly hugs and grunts. I followed the guys back to the room.

Surrounded by sighing women, and the biggest bunch of badass, pussy-whipped motherfuckers you could imagine, I held that red-faced, bald, tiny little human. Mim crawled up into my lap, staring at that beautiful little girl, and a lump stuck in my throat.

And fuck. I wanted that to be my life.

I caught Moriah’s gaze. Her crooked smile, a knowing glint in her eye, like she imagined that I was holding our baby. My chest swelled, everything in me tightening. I nudged Mim off my lap. Carried the baby to her mama.

“Congratulations, Blondie.” I dropped a kiss on Slade’s forehead. “She’s beautiful like her mom.”

“You leaving already?” Her blue eyes were sleepy, but so damn content.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

She nodded.

I leaned closer and whispered, “I’m taking my ladies home, putting Mim to bed early. Then I’m making it my life’s mission to put one of these little nuggets in Moriah.”

Blondie laughed, hooked her free arm around my neck and planted a lingering kiss on my cheek. “I love you, Dane Reynolds.”

Jesus Fucking Christ, that woman. I choked out, “Love you too, Blondie.”

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