Page 62 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

“I’ll get you back,” I warn the asshole. “Just wait.”

“Baby, I’m home.” I walk in the door and call for my wife. Silence greets me, causing me to rush upstairs to look for Oakley.

“Oakley?” I open our bedroom door and find her sound asleep. I lean over and run my hand over her forehead, checking for a fever, and breathe a sigh of relief when I find her skin cool to the touch. Moose opens his eyes and gives me a little glare before rolling over and falling back asleep. Spoiled little shit.

“Hey.” Her beautiful eyes slowly open. “How was your day?”

“Everyone said to tell you hi and they miss you.” I sit on the bed next to her. “Baby, I can’t take it anymore. I’m about to come unglued worrying about you.” Standing, I walk over to the dresser and pull out a t-shirt and shorts for my wife. “I’m taking you to the emergency room.”

“No,” my stubborn wife resists. “Come sit on the bed so we can talk.” Fuck me. If this is something serious, I’ll lose my fucking mind.

“I’m okay.” Oakley snuggles into my embrace. “Your child is just giving me a hard time.”

“What?” I sit up and disturb both my wife and the fucking dog.

“I’m pregnant.” Oakley smiles widely. “I was trying to wait until after Quin delivers the baby before I said anything. I don’t want to steal her thunder.”

“I should spank your beautiful ass for scaring the shit out of me.” I pull my gorgeous wife close and kiss her soft lips.

“Don’t let me stop you.” She winks.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I lay my hand across her soft stomach. “Or the little one.”

“You’re not going to hurt us.” She assures me. “There’s no way I’m going eight more months without a spanking or two, so pull up your big boy pants and get to it.”

She lays back on the bed, and I’m unable to resist the hunger shining in her bright blue eyes.

The dog grumbles when I kick him out of the bedroom, but I ignore the little shit. He should be used to this. After all, I throw him out at least once a day.

Three days later, my sister gives birth to not one but two little girls. “You poor fucker. Two girls,” I tease Seth while watching him rock one of the tiny infants.

“I wouldn’t give up any of my girls for anything in the world,” Seth mutters before running his finger down the baby’s little nose.

“Just you wait,” Grammy cuts in and warns me, “All this talk is going to come back to bite you in the rear end.”

“Not a chance,” I grumble playfully. Little do they know, I’d kill to have a miniature version of my wife. It kills me to keep Oakley’s pregnancy a secret from our family, but I know waiting and letting Quin have this day is the right thing to do. We can celebrate the newest Soracco addition once my sister and the babies are released from the hospital.

After a while, Grammy steps over to stand next to Seth. “It’s time for you to let someone else hold your daughter.”

After Seth hands her over to Grammy, he walks over to sit on the bed next to Quin. Jealousy cuts through me, and I suddenly have the urge to get home and check on my wife. I’ve run out of patience, and I’m taking her stubborn ass to the doctor if I have to carry her screaming and kicking the whole way.

“That’s my cue to go home and walk your fucking pain in the ass dog.” I kiss my sister’s cheek before smirking at Seth. “I’m training him to piss on your pillow.” Maybe, I’ll bring Moose over to get some exercise and play with his best friend.

“Boys.” Grammy rolls her eyes. “Stop using the dog to get back at each other.”

“Yes, ma’am,” we both mumble, knowing there’s no way in hell we’ll quit fucking with each other any time soon.

EPILOGUE TWO

OAKLEY

FIVE YEARS LATER

Ithink Grammy and Quin jinxed us when they teased my husband all those years ago.

“I’m getting my shit snipped,” my husband groans and walks the floor, trying to calm down our three-week-old daughter before her cries wake up the other three girls. Grammy’s prediction came to fruition. Five years and four girls later, Rafe and I are still going strong. After each delivery, Rafe spends the next few months swearing he’s getting a vasectomy, but we both know it’s an empty threat. We aren’t done.

“I happen to like your shit just the way it is.” I walk over and take the squalling infant from him. “Let me see if she’s hungry.”

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