Page 81 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

“You have to see this for yourself.” She crooks her finger for me to follow her out into the backyard.

I nearly bite a hole in the side of my cheek trying not to laugh at the sight in front of me. “Boys.” It takes several moments of breathing through the urge to laugh before I’m able to paste a stern look on my face. “What is the meaning of this?” I ask, pointing to the lingerie-clad Rottweiler. My wife’s bright red teddy actually fits the one-hundred-and-fifty-pound dog perfectly. The boys added a thick gold chain around his neck and clipped gold earrings to his ears. The forlorn look on Elvis’ face tells me that the poor fucking dog knows how ridiculous he looks.

Lucien, the most mischievous of the two, shrugs. “Uncle Bender let us watch a show on Elvis, the singer,” my child explains. “We wanted to dress our Elvis up like him, and we found all this in mommy’s closet.” He points at the getup they somehow managed to dress the dog in. That fucking dog loves our sons. He’s strong enough to rip their heads off but never makes a noise when they mess with him.

“Didn’t you boys promise me that you’d try to be better?” I stare down at them with my fiercest ‘dad’ expression.

“But, Dad,” Noah pipes in. “We weren’t being bad. Elvis agreed to let us dress him up.”

“You got the dog’s permission?” I raise an eyebrow at them.

“We told Elvis what we were going to do, and he didn’t complain,” Noah explains.

“He sat down and let us,” Lucien pipes in. “And look at him.” The older twin points at the pathetic animal. “He likes dressing up.”

“Okay. That’s enough.” My wife can’t take anymore. “Why don’t we undress the dog? Then we’ll have a little talk about this.” Milly swallows, and I see the laughter in her gorgeous blue eyes.

Once we remove the awful costume from the dog, we send the boys up to shower.

“Another catastrophe handled.” My little peach laughs the minute our boys are out of earshot. “At least they didn’t get their crowns out and put them on the dog.” My wife still has a hard time accepting that my brother sent each child an ornate crown to celebrate their christening. We ended up storing them in a display case in the game room. One day the boys will appreciate their heritage.

“Thank God there are only two of them,” I agree. I love our children, but they are a handful. “I’m not sure Silver Spoon Falls could survive any more of our children.”

“I’m not sure the entire planet could survive more De Angelis children, but we’re going to find out.”

Surely, I misunderstood her. “What?”

“Surprise.” My wife laughs. “Get ready for another prince or princess to join our brood.”

My heart drops to my toes as I remember all the hell she went through the last pregnancy. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great,” Milly assures me. “And there’s only one this time, so Dr. Fielding is pretty sure I won’t have such a hard time.”

I walk up and wrap my arms around my little peach. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She snuggles against me. “And we can celebrate later, but right now, we need to go check on your sons. They’ve been quiet way too long.”

My wife’s instincts are dead on, and we end up having to save the dog from a bubble bath.

Later that night, I stare at the ceiling while my wife sleeps next to me and wonder how we’re going to survive another child. Lucien and Noah already keep us on our toes twenty-four hours a day.

Karma takes mercy on me. Eight months later, Milly gives birth to a little girl who looks just like her. Our little Madeline turns out to be a quiet, easy-going child. Until she hits her teens. Then all hell breaks loose. But it’s nothing we can’t handle together.

I’m the luckiest man alive. I have my little peach to help me deal with all the teenage girl drama, my man cave for me and my two sons to hide out in, and my MC brothers to keep me sane. Life couldn’t be any better.

BONUS SCENE-THE CEO

CASH

My wife has been in the bathroom for a long fucking time. Too goddamn long. I raise my hand to knock on the door when her words stop me dead in my tracks. “I have no idea how I’m going tell Cash about this.” What the fuck? “But I’m going to do it tonight.” I wonder if she’s talking to herself or one of the other MC wives. “Kyra, you’re not helping the situation,” my wife hisses, answering my question.

I’m fed up with hearing only one side of the conversation, so I lift my hand and bang on the door. “What is going on?” I demand and jiggle the doorknob.

“I’m almost done,” Hadley calls through the door. “One second.”

She’s fucking done, alright. Done hiding shit from me. “Open the door, Hadley,” I growl, losing my patience

“Hi.” My wife opens the door and steps out. My eyes narrow as she gives me an innocent smile. My cock doesn’t care that we’re being played. The fucker turns to stone as Hadley runs her soft hand down the center of my chest. “I need to talk to you.”

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