Page 14 of Tuesday

“Oh yeah, good point. I never thought of that.” I shrug. “But, me and the girls get to work Candice over. The DRMC men don’t hurt women. But there’s nothing in the bylaws that the Ol Ladies can’t.”

“Oh hells yeah!” Blanche whispers under her breath. Tav curses under his.

“Oh yes yes yes!” Mira hops up and down, clapping in time with her “yeses”. “Oh this is gonna be sooooo good!”

“Babe, you are not going in there,” Tank grumbles and then backtracks under his breath when Mira whirls on him.

Nat and Remy are already animatedly talking amongst themselves about something they saw on a true crime documentary while Vi’s sisters, I have no idea why they’re still here, are sitting with Ana and Lovely talking about who knows what, but apparently, they want in, too.

Marx lets out a long sigh, his giant hand scrubbing down his hairy face. “Is there any way you’ll sit this one out?”

“No!” is replied by pretty much every woman in here.

Marx curses under his breath, before sharing a look with his brother, my Ol Man. “Chef, put our guest on ice. Chewy and the girls will visit her when they’re ready,”

I grin and give my Girl Gang a thumbs up. “Rendezvous here tomorrow at 4?”

“It’s a date!”

I grin and wave and throw thumbs ups over my shoulder as Rhodie shakes his head, leading me to our room and chuckling under his breath.

“Laney-May, your new momma is trouble.”

I can’t help but grin. Because yes, yes I am.

Rhodie

I lead my girls down the hall as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. I have no idea how the fuck my life came to this. I mean almost two years ago I was living my life, enforcing and fucking like my life depended on it. Now I have a woman I’d do anything for, and I meananythingif what happened at Christmas is any indication, and a kid. A kid that we knew nothing about until an Ex-Bratva freaky dude with visions told us that we had a kid out there. You couldn’t make this shit up.

Shaking the thoughts away I lead Chewy into our room, complete with a crib that Lovely assures me turns into a toddler bed when she outgrows it, and that weird ass UFO seat thing.

“Holy crap this looks great!” Chewy says, wide eyed. Then, as per Chewy she moves the crib just a little so it’s sitting more square in the room. “Oh wow! And a little rocking seat for Chomper!” She claps her hands and looks at me with a huge smile. So of course I smile and nod. I’m not a total asshole.

We stare at each other a moment, holding eye contact before Chewy’s gaze flits off, as usual. “So, what do we do now?” she whispers.

I freeze, because I was hoping she would know. “Ahhhhhh-”

“Knock knock,” Mama Debs calls gently from the hall before walking in, “I know this is your first night as awhanau -family, but thought I’d offer a hand just in ca-”

“Yes!” I call, almost desperately, “I mean, please, we just realized we’re not too sure what comes next.”

Mama Debs looks between me, Chewy and Laney-May, a gentle smile on her face. “Well, let’s see about getting the little one into the tub, a nice warm bath is always relaxing and it helps them settle down for sleep. Shall we start there?”

Chewy nods emphatically, and then watches intently as Mama Debs fills the bath, showing Chewy and me how to check the temperature and all that stuff. Undressing Laney felt a little weird. I mean, we’ve only just met, but Chewy had the idea to ask Laney if what we were doing was OK, and let her know that she was safe. I was so fucking proud of my woman, coming up with that solution that made us all a little more comfortable. The pride did a good job of tamping down the rage I felt that at no time did Laney complain. From what Chewy murmured to me of how she was found, I think Laney is used to lots of carers stripping her down for baths and what not. Well, that’s going to fucking stop right here, right now. From now on the only people bathing my kid will be me and Chewy, and Mama Debs on occasion if she and Pops are babysitting.

By the time the bath was done and Chewy and I had gotten Laney dried, moisturized and dressed the little girl was almost asleep. We stood over her little bed for far too long, watching her eyes slowly blinking, until her dark lashes rested on her chubby cheeks and her breath evened out.

“You did good, you two. You’re going to be the best parents little Laney could ever ask for,” Mama Debs whispered before laying a warm hand on my cheek, then Chewy’s. “Good night, I’ll see you for breakfast in the morning. We’ll show the little one just how big a family she has now.”

The door closes gently behind Debs and I lead my woman back into the bathroom, running the shower. Not saying a word I undress her, inch by inch her smooth skin comes into view, more beautiful than ever. Making sure the shower has heated up nicely I shuck my clothing, kicking my boots into the corner, before leading my woman into the hot water. I let the water pound down over her curls, then turn her back to me. Picking up her shampoo, I pour some into my palm, lathering it a little before massaging it into her thick, dark hair.

She lets out a little groan, and I ignore my hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks as I continue working the shampoo through her lengths.

“So, you’re not mad?” Chewy’s voice says around a moan as I dig my fingers in a little harder.

“Oh I’m pissed.” She tries to whirl around but I firmly turn her to face the wall. “Not at you. Well, maybe a little at you. But mainly them. Happy Values, Candice Fucking Rogers. That little girl out there would let us do anything we wanted to her. She has no sense of fear or wariness.”

Chewy nods in agreement. “Yeah. I researched it on the drive back. Any stranger anxiety she may have had would start to lessen at this age, however she seems more willing to attach herself to strangers than is normal,” Chewy murmurs.

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