Page 30 of The Club Princess

Mikayla pales. “But if that’s what you want. If you want to be with them instead of… if that’s what you want.”

I shake my head. “No, princess. That’s not what I want.”

“Then I don’t understand.”

Sighing, I flick my gaze between them. “How’s this going to work, huh? The club may have allowed me to be with her for the initiation, but I doubt they’ll be okay with anything past that. What will the town think?”

“Fuck the town, and frankly, fuck the club if they try to shame you. We’ve done everything for them,” Gage seethes.

“It’s not that simple. We have multiple businesses here. We rely on their respect for their business.”

Mikayla squeezes my hand. “If you’re worried about our image, then stay with us. It will look like you’re helping with the baby to the outside world.”

Gage sighs. “She’s right. You were ready just to walk away entirely. What would it matter if you continued to only be with her behind closed doors.”

I know they’re trying to comfort me, and it warms my heart that they still want me to be with them. I glance at the sleeping baby, my chest filling with love and wanting to be a part of his daily life.

“You’re really busy anyway. I would rather have a home you feel comfortable in and know you’re welcome. I would rather you come to me the nights you’re looking for relief,” she blushes, tilting to face Gage.

He smiles down at her. “We know you enjoy the mornings you wake up full of cum, princess. Your greedy pussy begs for it even when you’re asleep.”

“Shhh!” she snaps. “I don’t want the nurses to hear you.”

Laughing, I stand and walk over to watch my grandson sleep. “He’s perfect.”

“You know, you’re the only one with experience with the newborn thing. We could use the help,” Gage says, bumping into my shoulder.

I roam over my son’s face, looking for any resentment. “And the minute you two want privacy, you’ll tell me?”

Gage holds up his hand as Mikayla begins to say something. “The minute I want you out, I’ll tell you, old man.”

Epilogue

Mikayla

Withagasp,Isit up and blink at the clock. I scramble out of bed when I realize it’s been over six hours since I checked on the baby, and the monitor has been turned off. I run down the hallway and come to a stop at the doorway.

Jax is sprawled out on Shaw’s chest, both of them sleeping in the rocking chair. Shaw’s hand keeps Jax plastered to his bare chest. My shoulders slump in relief, and I shake my head at the adrenaline slowly leaving my body.

I smile at them, wishing I had my phone to take a picture. It’s been two weeks since Shaw has moved in full-time, clearing out his room at the clubhouse. It’s been an adjustment to not wake up in the middle of the night since Shaw’s night owl tendencies have been allowing Gage and me some extra sleep.

Frowning, I realize that I had been alone in bed and wonder where Gage had snuck off to. As I walk downstairs, I groan at the sweet smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.

He smiles at me as I walk up and wrap my arms around his waist. “Good morning, princess. I didn’t expect you to get up so early.”

“Coffee, please.”

Gage hands me his cup but pulls it away when I try to grab it. I pout at him.

“Remember that thing I wanted to try?”

“No?” I frown, confused.

Gage smirks. “You said I wasn’t allowed to use what you pumped and put in the fridge.”

My mouth falls open. “Are you really holding the coffee hostage unless I allow you to use my breast milk as a creamer?”

“Yes,” He says, his expression serious.

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