Page 48 of Dark Seduction

“Why didn’t you tell us?” V asks.

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. This perfect surprise...aahhh!” she screams as the next contraction cuts her off.

I feel like I’m in a daze as I watch the doctor and nurses move around the room, preparing for our second child. Mack is breathing heavily, her face twisted in pain as she pushes through another contraction. V and I are on either side of her, holding her hands and offering words of encouragement.

“Come on, baby,” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to her sweaty forehead. “You can do this.”

The second birth is even more intense than the first. There’s twice as much screaming, twice as much sweat, twice as much of everything. But finally, finally, we hear another crying baby.

“We have another girl,” the doctor announces, holding her up for us to see. Where our older daughter had Mack’s dark hair, this little one had lighter brown hair.

The nurse returns with our older daughter, placing her on Mack’s chest with her twin sister.

I feel like I’m in a dream as I look at these two tiny, squalling beings that have taken over our lives in an instant. Mack is crying tears of joy as she cradles them both to her chest.

V and I share a look, both of us shaking our heads in disbelief.

“We did it,” V whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “We have a family.”

I nod, tears threatening to spill over as I look down at our two daughters. “We did. And we’re going to love them with everything we have.”

Mack looks up at us, her eyes shining. “Thank you,” she whispers.

I lean down to kiss her, feeling more in love with her than ever before. “No, thank you,” I say. “For giving us these two beautiful girls.”

V leans in to kiss her cheek. “We’re a family now,” he says softly. “And nothing is ever going to change that.”

I can feel the weight of his words settle over us, a sense of peace washing over me as I look down at the two tiny humans that have changed our lives forever. Our family may be new, but it’s already full of love. And that, more than anything else, is all that matters.

MOM

The clubhouse is buzzingwith excitement, and the scent of sizzling barbecue wafts through the air as I nurse a cold beer. It's a special day, a day to welcome the newest additions to our extended family. The rumble of motorcycles outside signaled the arrival of Mack, V, and Burnt, and I couldn't wait to meet their new babies.

As they walk in, a wave of hushed admiration ripples through the crowd. Mack, V, and Burnt, each holding a precious bundle wrapped in soft blankets. Newborn twins, Maya and Maeve, and their tiny faces are peacefully nestled against their parents' shoulders.

I can't help but smile as I watch them approach, the sight of these tough-as-nails bikers cradling their delicate daughters a heartwarming testament to the depths of our brotherhood. The hardened exterior that defines our club melts away in the presence of these two innocent souls.

Mack's radiant smile and V's proud, protective stance speak volumes about the love and joy these babies have already brought into their lives. Burnt, usually the quiet one, beams with a mixture of awe and contentment, a father's love etched across his face.

I raise my beer in silent salute as they draw closer, knowing that this day marks the beginning of a new chapter in our club's history. Our family has grown by two, and as I take in the sight of Mack, V, Burnt, and their beautiful twins, I can't help but feel a sense of profound gratitude for the bonds that tie us all together.

I take a swig of my beer as Hashtag approaches, a mischievous grin on his face. He shoves his phone in my direction, showing me a picture of a beautiful woman.

"Who the fuck is that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Hashtag grins and points at the woman in the photo. "That is your date for tonight."

I nearly choke on my beer, surprised by his revelation. "What the hell are you talking about, asshole?"

Hashtag's grin infuriates me as I glare back at him through narrowed eyes. “You met her on the dating site,” he informs me. “And she’s been dying to meet you in person.”

“Shit,” I mutter, more pissed than I’ve been in a long time. “I fucking told you I’m never dating again. What did you do?”

Hashtag just grins again. “I arranged one anyway. Come on. You can’t be a lonely old man forever.”

“Watch me,” I snarl.

The smug grin on his face nearly sends me over the edge. How dare he fucking go over my head and pull a stunt like this? My wife fucking died. I don’t want another one.

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