Page 29 of Holly's Valentine Vow

“And I’ll enjoy every single minute, sweetheart,” I tell her.

It’s not long before we’re home and once the girls are back in their playroom, I watch as Holly tells Esther our news.

“Did you already make an appointment with the obstetrician?” Esther questions.

“The doctor sent over a message. I’m just waiting on a callback to get one scheduled,” Holly replies. “I guess I’m gonna have to stop waitressing now.”

“Babe,” I growl out. “It’s not like we’re hurting for money.”

“I know, but gosh, I enjoy doing it. Plus, I’ve been tucking the tips aside for Christmas like I did last year,” she admits. “Morris is gonna miss me.”

“Morris will get over it,” I retort. “My wife isn’t going to be hauling trays of food and alcohol all over the damn place and risk her health or that of my baby’s.”

“Caveman,” she grumbles, grinning at me.

“Maybe so, but I’myourcaveman,” I remind her, leaning in to kiss her nose. “Now, how about you go and rest for a bit. Your grandfather’s gonna run me out to the clubhouse since we have a meeting.”

She yawns then says, “I guess I could do with a nap.”

“Anything else?” I ask Ash, who’s been holding down the fort while I’ve been at home healing.

“Naw, Pres, all the businesses are making bank, and we’re on target to do the renovations of the one we want to open once everything’s done,” he replies.

“Gotta say, I appreciate all of y’all pulling more weight since this shit happened,” I tell my brothers as I wave down at my chair.

“Pres, we’re a brotherhood, remember?” Prophet asks. “Now, how about we get you back home so you can check on your wife and the girls.”

“Those girls are something,” Data adds. “May need to consider buying or investing in a firing range and ammo store, Pres.”

Laughter reverberates around the room as I flip off my IT guy. “Fucker,” I growl out. “They’re not dating until they’re at least forty, so I should be okay.”

“How’s Holly feel about that?” Prophet asks. “Because I don’t foresee that happening, Pres.”

I shrug then reply, “She’ll listen to reason, I’m sure.”

“Should we start a betting pool?” Ash asks the other brothers.

“Might not be a bad idea, I’ve been looking at some modifications for my bike,” Psycho replies.

“Pres, hate to say it, but I think you’re screwed. We’ll start looking for a storefront we can convert to an ammo store that has land for a firing range,” Fox, the club’s SAA states.

“Fine, whatever. Anything else?” I ask, gavel in hand. I’m ready to get home to my girls and see how my ol’ lady is feeling. Thankfully, the doctor did call in a prescription for anti-nausea medication so hopefully she’ll be able to keep food and fluids down. My biggest concern, of course, was she was getting dehydrated, and she is a little bit, but the doctor knows Esther and told Holly that her grandmother has all the tricks to keep us from having to take her to the hospital

“No!” is yelled out in unison so I quickly slam down the gavel then wait until the room clears before following Prophet and Ash outside. Paul dropped me off but left when the brothers told him they’d get me back home. I think they secretly are hoping that Esther is cooking so they can stay for dinner.

Assholes. Of course, I think that with a grin on my face because they’re loyal as hell and some of the best men I’ve ever knownwho’ll always have my back, as well as my family’s. What more could I possibly ask for?

Epilogue

Holly

We’re sittingwith Samuel as we wait to see what Myra’s sentence is going to be. It’s been a long six months as Myra kept wanting a jury trial, but her attorney finally convinced her that a bench trial was in her best interest, given the charges pending against her. I squeeze Samuel’s hand as the bailiff brings Myra, chained and handcuffed, into the courtroom.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen,I think as she shuffles to the table to stand next to her attorney. Despite her circumstances, she does glare at each one of us, which has Rebel smirking. He’s finally back on two feet and has his new bike since Myra’s insurance company decided they’d cover those damages. Unfortunately, his medical bills and ongoing issues due to the injuries he sustained resulted in us having to retain an attorney because they were trying to lowball him on their settlement offer.

Fuck that noise; my husband has permanent hardware in his body, and every time the weather changes, I know he hurts,even though he never says a word. The only reason I’m aware of that fact is because he spends more time in the pool when that happens. Rebel’s insurance company has already settled their claim for his policy limits, which means our bank accounts are quite healthy, even with paying out copays for the upcoming baby.

“All rise,” the bailiff intones as the door behind the judge’s bench opens and the judge steps through in his black robes.

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