Page 95 of Doc

Epilogue

Nine months later...

Harlow

“There has to be something in the water.”

More than one of us laughed at the expression. It wasn’t the first time someone had said that during the last few months. Mitzi and Snake had welcomed their son into the world just a few weeks ago. I was going to pop out my son with Doc any day now. But that wasn’t all—there were four other old ladies all due within weeks of each other, and just this morning Raven had announced that she had just found out that she was pregnant again.

“Our super men have super sperm,” Jolene laughed, running her hand over her baby bump. Her and LD’s fourth was a girl, and they were both extremely excited over it.

“Savage is threatening to get snipped,” Lulu chuckled, expecting her third, also a girl.

“As soon as I told Oz we were expecting number four, which turned out to be four and five, he made an appointment with the doctor.” JoJo was pregnant with twin boys.

“Well, I can understand that,” I laughed. As much as I wanted children, I wanted them one at a time.

Not to be outdone, Bobbie added, “Demon is just happy this one is a boy.” She turned to Raven. “What do you want this time around?”

“Healthy,” she responded. “And only one.” She side-eyed JoJo.

“Hey, I’ve always wanted five kids.” She didn’t sound very sincere, despite her smile.

“I wonder who will get pregnant next.”

We all stared in the direction of the pool, which was crowded with Desert Rebels and their women. “We should take a bet,” I murmured, watching Millie and Loco going at it in the deep end. They weren’t having sex—Bobbie drew the line at anyone having sex in her pool—but if they got out and disappeared into one of the cabanas, that would be a clear sign of what they were doing.

“Why? Are you thinking of someone in particular?” Jolene asked, taking a sip of her caffeine-free tea.

I giggled. “Millie and Loco are due for another one.”

“What about Frenchie and Lissa? They don’t have any!”

Viola, who was Bull’s old lady, was lying next to me. I’d thought she’d fallen asleep, but she snorted at the sound of her best friend’s name. “If you ask Lissa about babies, her response is always the same—’We have Echo.’” She rolled her eyes. Echo was their black Labrador Retriever. “I think she’s afraid that having kids will ruin her perfect figure.”

“Well, it is perfect,” Raven agreed. “I say Annabelle and Danny, though.”

I glanced to where Annabelle, Demon’s sister, and her husband, who wasn’t a member of the club, were lounging. I didn’t know them as well as some of the others because they rarely came to the clubhouse or to any of its events.

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