Page 44 of Hanging Horseshoes

“The four of us all together, always. Our family.” I whisper, scared to break the moment.

“Five.” Ophelia whisper. That has mine and Trip heads rolling until were looking down at her.

“What?” Trip asks.

“All five of us.” She smiles, grabbing first my hand, then Trip’s and placing them, on her belly.

“Are you saying what I think your saying?” I ask.

“Lord please let you be saving what we think your saying.” Trip whispers and I can hear the same hope in his voice.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Thank fuck.” Me and Trip breath at the same time. Ophelia laughs which causes her pussy to spasm around our still in and very hard cocks.

“How about we try and knock the horseshoes off the bar with this round, just so we can hand em’ back up?” I ask, smiling bigger than ever before.

“Well get to ridin there cowboy.” Ophelia replies.

“These boots were made for knockin’” Trip smirks and just like always we fall…

Together.

Epilogue

Grease

“I swear to christ that if there is another woman and baby at the gate I’m transferring chapters.” I grumble stomping to the door with the other brothers that were milling around.

“Where are the women and kids?” Swift asks taking lead to the gate.

“Becky took Paisley, Rae, Mable and Jett to the park in the middle of downtown. They wanted to go up the princess tower. The women are having a photoshoot with Rocket. I’m pretty sure I saw a Lincoln hat and maybe even Thor's hammer. I can't be sure though.” Comps says making me roll my eyes and wince as I adjust my dick. Grim looks over smirking at me as I give him the finger. Fucking dreading the thought of Halle planning something. My poor dick can’t take anymore.

“Lets get this shit over with. I swear, why the fuck do we even have prospects at the gate if we have to trudge up there so damn often?” Loki grumbles.

“Come on young man just let me in! I’m an old lady, what kind of trouble could I possibly get into?” We hear as we make our way to the gate.

“You ain't old lady.” I hear the prospect's voice and even from here I can tell the lady might be middle aged but she is nowhere near old. “You're actually pretty hot.”

“Prospect! Respect!” Swift barks out making him drop his head and scurry back to the guard building.

“Ohhh hawt lanta. If this isn't my own personal wet dream come to life. Spank bank for life. You boys coming out here to help little ol’ me?” She yoohoo’s actually yoohoos at us.

“Oh shit, she sounds just like…” Hitter trails off.

“Halle,” I gulp, “There isn't two of them. There can’t be two of them. We couldn't handle that.”

“Oh I didn't mean to upset you boys. I’m actually here looking for my daughter.” She tells us just as the car with Becky and the kids pull up. I track her in the passenger seat. The prospect having taking them to watch over while they were gone. You can never be too careful. I also make sure his stare is facing right the fuck at the road ahead before my eyes track her once again.

Becky looks at me briefly, glaring, before looking at the situation in front of them. I watch her eyes get huge and she yells something at the prospect before placing her hand over his forearm making me growl. He quickly jerks away, good, but pulls the SUV to a stop and hops out of the vehicle.

“Mom?” She questions running to the future Halle. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh sweet baby, I came right away but I think its time for us to go.” The woman says getting my attention.

“Now hold the fuck on. What the fuck is going on and why the hell are you even entertaintingn the idea of leave?” I ask, in a rare show of range. Usually I’m the cool calm and always joking fucker of the group but right now I’m about ready to tear this gate down with my bare hands.

“They found you?” She asks ignoring me.

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