Page 26 of Draco

Looking around, I see nobody else has noticed my freak out and are still shouting and cheering for the girls. I watch as the boys make a slow circle before they start back down the track towards us. It’s then that I noticed what Abby was trying to tell me. Navy and Cairo are jogging down the side of each of the girls. Keeping them safe like they promised; if they are only jogging, then the boys aren’t going that fast either. I take another deep breath and smile down at my mum as she wraps her arm around my waist. I should have known she would realise something was wrong.

“You okay, son?”

“Yeah, mum. I’m okay now, had a moment, but Abby sorted me out.”

“Good. You should have seen Navy and Cairo. They wouldn’t let any of the girls on until they’d tried it several times at different speeds. When they found the least dangerous speed according to them, only then would they allow them on the sledges. They threatened to beat the boys if they went a mile over the limit set,” she chuckled as she told me this. “Although all bets are off when the boys get on, the only stipulation is that they have to wear helmets. That was Abby and Bev’s order. There’s a lot more mud being splattered around when the boys go wild.”

We were interrupted by the small cyclone that owned my heart as the bikes pulled up and Molly jumped up from the sledge and ran over to us, jumping and laughing.

“Did you see that, babe? It was so much fun even if Navy and Cairo only let us go slightly faster than a walk. You need to have a go,” a slightly breathless Molly stopped when she got to us, her face alight with happiness and her brown eyes sparkling. She threw her arms exuberantly around Mum and me, pulling us into a tight hug before releasing us, moving to the side my mum wasn’t on and snuggling in under my arm to watch two of the Temple brothers don helmets, and Sam and Alec get ready to pull them. Abby and Mum were right; they went a lot faster and had a fuckton of fun slipping and sliding in the mud, crashing into each other as they tried to push each other off the sledges every time they got within touching distance of each other. From across the field, I caught Navy’s eye and tilted my chin in thanks for looking out for my woman. He nodded and went back to watching the boys as they raced back.

It turned into a party when the rest of the brothers turned up, all wanting a go. We were soon all spattered with mud and laughing at those that couldn’t stay on the sledges and went rolling through the mud. Those not racing soon had a fire pit built, food was being consumed and drinks were out.

It had turned into a fun family Sunday afternoon. Once it turned dark, the racing stopped, but we were still sitting huddled around the fire. Molly was snug in my lap with a blanket wrapped around her.

I knew we wouldn’t be out here much longer because it was getting pretty fucking chilly even with the fire burning. We were well into autumn now with the start of October. I was chatting with Rogue, who was sitting next to me with Julia in his lap, also under a blanket, beers in our hands, relaxed and enjoying the company. When I heard Avy ask Molly, “Hey, Molls, do you want a wine?”

“Please, Av. Red if you have it.”

That snapped my attention right back to the warm bundle in my arms and I opened my mouth before my brain engaged, “Uh no. You can’t drink alcohol, Molls.”

I heard somebody whisper, “Oh shit, he’s going to die.”

In my arms Molly stiffened, sat up straight in my lap and narrowed her eyes at me as she hissed out, “You did not just tell me I can’t have a drink, Liam ‘Draco’ Davies.”

I’m not ashamed to say I cringed at the tone of her voice and the use of all my names. I winced at my thoughtless comment when her hand disappeared to her boot, where I knew she kept a knife handy.

“Firecracker, you might be pregnant. You can’t drink if you are,” I said placatingly, all the while my hand slowly got closer to the hand that was now on her boot.

There was silence from around the fire. You could have heard a pin drop as we all waited to see what Molly would do next. There was a surrounding breathed sigh of relief when Molly crossed her arms and tilted her headas she looked at me with narrowed eyes. “Your baby makers may not be that good, Draco. How do you know they even hit my eggs?”

I snorted in disbelief that she would think my baby wasn’t already growing inside her and with a wealth ofyou can’t be seriousin my tone, and a smirk on my face, I retorted, “Babe, really. My swimmers are just fine, and we both know you're knocked up.”

I could hear the muffled snickers from the peanut gallery and couldn’t help but grin at her until she hit me in the arm. “Ugh, that’s because you keep forgetting the frigging condom, you arse. You’re just lucky I love you and want your babies or I’d have cut your b…” Molly hesitated on finishing her sentence as she realised we had little ears listening to our conversation. “Anyway, you’d be a steer, not a bull, by the time I finished with you,” she continued with an evil grin on her face.

I could literally feel my balls crawl up into my scrotum at the threat. There was a pained grimace from all the men, but the women were laughing their arses off.

“Is that true, am I going to be a grandma again?” Mum questioned with a happy look on her face. Even my dad was looking chuffed as hell at the thought of another grandbaby.

“We don’t know, Maggie,” Molly replied. “But your son is such a prick and seems determined to knock me up. So, probably.”

Molly turned in my lap and eyed the teenagers who were grinning on the other side of the fire, pointing her finger at them before declaring, “Let this be a lesson to you. Don’t do what your Uncle Draco does. You all better be gloving up, boys. Remember, no glove, no love.I’m too young to be an aunty.”

“What does that mean, Momma A?” Ellie asked her mum. There are muffled snorts from around the fire when Abby answers, “I’ll tell you when you're twenty-one.”

“That’s so unfair, everyone is always saying that,” Ellie mutters with a grumble and a little pout, but settles back down next to Reaper. “Will you tell me, Pops?” she beseeches her blue eyes pleading in her little face.

Reaper smiles and shakes his head before answering, “When you’re twenty-one and not before. I need to keep you as my baby for a little longer.”

“Fine,” she huffs, settling back down to amused chuckles from the adults.

“Well, love. Let me know as soon as you know because I need to plan my retirement and get some help in the cafe. There is no way I’m working full time in the cafe if my babies are having babies. I’ve already missed out on nearly a whole year of Mila’s life. I'm not missing out on more,” Mum states, missing the soft look on Rea’s face at her words.

“How the things have changed since you all came home,” Shep mused. “The MC is back up and running, we have grandkids galore with more on the way, the businesses are all running smoothly, with more being set up. Never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad I got hit on the head and you all came back home.”

Holding up his beer in a voice stronger than I’d heard in a long time, Shep called out a toast, “To Brotherhood!”

“To Brotherhood!” the brothers answer back.

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