Page 37 of Kaya's King

“Wait for me,” Gia cries out, a matching puddle formed underneath her. Trident whips out his phone, sends a quick text then he, too, is picking his old lady up and quickly following in the direction Brooks and Hayley went.

“Well, looks like even more reason for cake now,” CeeCee smugly asserts, her hands caressing her distended stomach. “I guess we’re next, huh?” she asks Lilli who merely nods. “Good, because I’m not ready today.”

“Babe, you know that’s not how it works,” Loki patiently says, taking her hand in his. “But I guess it has to do with cake, huh?” he teases, causing her to giggle.

I sense Specks and stand so I can hug him. “We’ve got a crazy family,” I whisper. “However, I’ve grown quite fond of them.”

“Good to know, babe, because you’re stuck with them,allof them. Even the crazy, out-of-control ones,” he murmurs back,angling his head toward CeeCee. I can’t help the laughter that bursts from my lips at his pronouncement.

“Handsome, there’s always room for cake.”

Specks

Watching my old lady sleep in my arms is still one of my favorite past time events. Chelsea made it through surgery and is now being monitored in ICU, Canyon at her side. We’ve been waiting for hours now to hear about Gia and Hayley, but so far, nothing. I’m almost to the point of taking Kaya back to the clubhouse for some actual sleep. I suspect, however, she won’t go simply because she wants to know what’s going on and hear along with the masses what both genders of the babies are that the old ladies have birthed instead of hearing it second hand via a phone call.

Seeing both Brooks and Trident coming toward us, their arms empty but their smiles fucking huge, I nudge her. “Kaya, the guys are heading this way, they probably have news.”

She wakes up as though a cattle prod hit her in the ass, smoothing her hair back. The chuckle that emerges from my lips has her scowling at me. “What? I’m sure it got messed up when I fell asleep,” she defends.

“Nothing, babe. You look absolutely gorgeous as always.”

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense, for fuck’s sake,” Atlas rumbles out, tapping his foot. “Are the babies here or what?”

My two brothers exchange a cursory glance as they both nod, but still, neither of them say a word. Fuckers. They know we’ve beenanxiously waiting on an update. Brooks says, “Micah’s finally a big brother to an eight-pound, twelve-ounce little sister.”

“Holy shit, that’s a big baby,” Kaya murmurs. “She pushed out a bowling ball through her hooha, Specks! Noah was a smidge over six pounds, but the doctor said it was probably stress that kept me from gaining a lot of weight. He better get her more than flowers as a thank you for that gift, that’s for sure.”

“What’s her name?” CeeCee asks, the fork she was shoveling cake into her mouth currently suspended midair. I’m still in awe that Mary didn’t make us wait until we got to the clubhouse. No, when she and Shamus arrived at the hospital, he brought the dessert along with paper plates and plastic forks while she headed to the labor and delivery department.

“Mariah Leanne Brooks,” he proudly announces, his chest puffed out much like it was the day we earned our SEAL designation. “They’re getting Hayley cleaned up with Mary overseeing both her and the baby so I could come and tell y’all.”

Trident waits for Brooks to finish speaking, then he smirks before advising us all, “I’m thinking we should consider a gun range and ammo shop, Pres, because we’ve got our third little girl. Alexia Gracen Storm, weighing in at an even seven pounds, arrived at the same time as Mariah.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me at his pronouncement.

“Because our birthing rooms were right next to each other since our old ladies use the same OB/GYN practice. One of the doctors wasn’t enough so they had to call in another when it became evident both old ladies were nearing actual birth,” Trident states.

“When can we see them? The girls and the babies, I mean,” Lilli stammers out, lightly bouncing on her toes in excitement. Clapping her hands, she practically squeals as she gushes out, “Someone needs to paint the clubhouse pink.”

As laughter flows freely around the room, Poseidon practically glowers at her before decreeing, “There willnotbe a pink clubhouse. Not now, not ever. We’re a fucking biker club, for Christ’s sake.”

She lightly taps his arm and when he leans down, she whispers not very quietly either, “I meant, indecorations.”

“Thank fuck because the thought of going inside a pink building was giving me nightmare thoughts of that show they used to play where it looked like you were traveling inside the human body. Everything was fucking pink,” Loki decrees, which has the laughter increasing.

As we wait our turn to congratulate both the new fathers, Kaya leans up and whispers, “I’m calling the doctor to get the bloodwork done next week, Specks.”

“You have baby fever now?” I question. The thought isn’t abhorrent, but I’d like to wait a little bit so we can further bond as a family.

“Kind of. I mean, I want to plan ahead a little bit if that’s okay?”

Kissing her temple, I quietly tell her, “I’m ready whenever you are, my queen.”

We don’t have to wait too long to go see the newest arrivals which is good because despite her nap, I can see Kaya is practically dead on her feet. Once it’s acceptable, we make our excuse that we want to get back to Noah so we can tuck himin for the night. I’m sure we’re not fooling anyone; having him out of our sight less than a day after his ordeal was almost impossible.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” I tease, whispering in her ear. As she giggles, we head down to where we left our bikes, my goal to enjoy the short ride with her pressed against me.

EPILOGUE

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