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"I know," she says and sobs again.

Lex, don't snap. No one knows this is just the fiftieth layer of the shit cake you're baking right now. Just... keep it together.

"I don't want to lose you like I did before. If something happens, I have to confess, I'm scared of what it'll do to you," Psycho admits.

Lacey takes his hand in hers. "I'm not going to be like the last time. I'm scared of disappointing you if something happens."

"Disappoint me?" His free hand cups her cheek. "You... Baby, no."

"See? You guys are going to be just fine. The doctor said the baby's healthy, and you look the healthiest I've ever seen you, Lace. Maybe, you know, don't ride on the back of the motorcycle for a few more months, but you'll be okay," Lex says.

Giggling, she nods. "We'll be okay. We're going to be a family, Carson. You're going to be a dad!"

He kisses her and lets out an unbelieving gasp. "Wow. We are. We really are."

Lex can't help but smile. "You got this, guys."

"Can we go home now?" Psycho asks.

They kiss again after Lacey nods, and Lex opens the door for them. They wave to the kids, and Lex walks back to collapse on the couch after they leave. "This day needs to be over."

"Don't you have to go to the clubhouse or whatever it is?" Hailey asks.

She groans. "Yes... Thanks for reminding me."

"Do you need an excuse not to go?" Lucas asks. "We can be an excuse."

Smiling, she knows Colt did the right thing bringing them back home with him. "Thank you, sweetheart, but I have to get this over with. One way or another, it's still gotta happen."

Chapter Five

Griffin's Beach

Colt

SeeingGavinstandingatthe bar wearing a Prospect kutte has Colt stopping and staring. He's not quite as tall as Ky, but he's not the shortest member they have, either. But it's not what he expected to see when he walked into the clubhouse.

"What?" Gavin asks, his dark hair wavy and curling behind his ears. It makes him look young, and he should really think about getting a better cut if he's going to look like a biker and not a biker's kid.

"When the fuck did you get old enough to prospect?" Colt asks.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "If this shocks you, you're in for a real surprise. But, dude, aren't you, like, my godfather or something? Shouldn't you know how fucking old I am?"

Walking over to him, Colt punches his shoulder and laughs. "I'm a guy. I don't pay attention to that shit unless it's my own kids. That's what I got myself a wife for. Well, one of the things I have her for."

"What's the main reason?"

He looks around before lowering his voice like he's about to share a giant secret. "Besides being batshit crazy in love with her, my woman has a mouth that would make a porn star jealous. Best sex I've ever had, and it gets better every fucking time."

"Lex still blows you? Damn, I thought that shit stopped once they got that ring."

"Not with my wife. Don't tell her I told you this, but she's on her knees at least once a week. Usually more."

The young man's jaw drops. "No shit?"

"I'm totally fucking with you. I'm not going to tell you what my wife does in the fucking bedroom. But I was serious about it being fucking amazing. I'll tell you thatIgo down every damn day, but you'll learn there's nothing better than a woman squirming on your face, especially when she tastes like fucking candy."

"I've heard rumors about Lex's skills, which is creepy considering you both are friends of my parents, but I don't need to learn the lesson you just gave me. I thought I was weird for liking it when my head gets squeezed by a pair of sexy thighs when a woman comes," Gavin says. "Just gotta make sure I don't go for a chick who makes those internet videos crushing watermelons with her thighs. That could end terribly."

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