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“Have you got a name?” asks the midwife.

Neve sighs heavily, “I told these clowns they could pick it if we had a boy.”

I exchange a smirk with Griff who says, “Caidence.”

“Really?” asks Neve, screwing up her face, “You want to call him Caidence, this precious tiny baby, it sounds like a dog’s name.”

“You said we could choose,” shrugs Griff.

“Caidence,” she repeats, looking down at her baby boy. “Sorry Caid, I should have thought it through better, but on the plus side, no one will bully you because you have loads of big uncles to protect you.”

“This kid will kick arse, he won’t need protection.”

Caid finishes feeding and Neve holds him up for me to take. I shrug from my kutte and rip of my shirt, taking my boy and placing him against my chest. Neve smirks, “Man, if I hadn’t have just given birth.”

I snigger, kissing her on the lips. “Baby, we’re gonna work on baby number two the second you’re up to it.”

“Four kids?” she says arching a brow.

“We gonna need a whole football team just so I can watch you boss that shit all over again. You’re fucking amazing, mama, I love you so much.

She smiles, letting her eyes drift closed. “I love you two, Ryder. Happy New Year.”

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