Page 78 of Living Without

“Fine,” he clipped, heading our way. Billy placed a beer bottle in his hand, which he swigged back.

“Woman trouble?” Dive asked.

“In a way.” He shook his head. “I gotta get outta here.”

“Hey,” I called as he started to walk off. “You need anythin’, you’re Hawks. We got you.”

His head jerked back, his eyes widening, and then he smirked and sent a salute.

“Aw.” Billy smiled. “Our little Vicious is growing up.”

Snorting, I rolled my eyes. “Fuck off, idiot.”

“I’ve had enough,” Pick stated. “We’re gettin’ our woman home.” He looked to Billy who smiled big, and they both headed to the dance floor to claim Josie.

“I’m so down with that idea,” Dive said.

“Fuck, yes,” Dodge agreed.

Shit, I was ready to take my woman home hours ago. Thank fuck I wasn’t the first to crash their party. Though, as the men led them away, the girls actually seemed eager to go.

Nary came bounding my way and threw herself against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She beamed up at me and said, “Had the best night. Thank you, Mr Black. My girls rule da house.” I chuckled. “Hey, I forgot to say to you, before I left the garage today, Low and Josie showed me some of your airbrushing work. It’s freaking amazing.”

Smiling, I kissed her and said, “Thanks, gorgeous. I think I do okay.”

“No, no, no. Not okay. You rock that shit. You really do. Let’s go home.”

When she’d said home, meaning a place for just her and me, my fuckin’ gut fluttered.

“Home sounds good.” I nodded, unwrapped her from me, and took her hand, leading her out to the car. The whole way my woman hummed.

Once driving towards home, Nary asked, “Do you want kids?”

“Why you askin’?”

“I love kids. I love them all. The whole tribe of Hawks kids, and I’d love to have my own one day. Since you and me are together for-freaking-ever, I just thought you should know. I want to pop out your children.”

Jesus Christ.

How lucky could I get?

“Yeah, angel. I want kids.”

She turned to me and breathed, “Yay.” She shifted in her seat so her whole body faced me, while she leaned the side of her head against the seat as she looked over at me. “I guess, well, we should, you know….” I took my eyes off the road for a second to watch her raise her brows up and down.

Chuckling, I asked, “What?”

“You know,” she whined. Drunk Nary was fuckin’ funny. “We should start practising making babies.”

Fuck.

“Nary—”

“No, really. I’m ready. More than ready.” She yawned. “Did I mention I had a great night?”

Thank fuck she changed the subject. My dick was urging me to pull over to the side of the road to take her.

When we parked at the apartment, I turned off the car and looked to her again. Smiling, because she was sound asleep, I reached out and swept her hair behind her ear. When I trailed my finger down her cheek, jaw, and neck, she mewed in her sleep.

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