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Looking at her shirt, he smirks at the pin with a mermaid wearing a leather jacket. "How exactly would that work? You know... no legs and all? How does she ride the motorcycle?"

"Well, it's just stupid when you get detail-orientated, so just roll with it."

"Thanks for the party, babe."

Her blue eyes lock with his. "Colt told you already."

"Whatever it is, we understand."

"I'm so sorry, Psycho—"

"Don't," he says. "We love that you did this, and I can't wait to do that fucking burnout!"

As she laughs, Undertaker and Venom walk up to join them, both taking a turn to congratulate Psycho. He doesn’t know the men well, but he understands they're the two men to have along with him if shit goes south.

"I took a page from Lex's book," Venom says and shows off his biker mermaid.

"He just copied me," she says with a smirk.

"You're the only friend I have here, really," he says. "Okay, you're pretty much my only friend, period. But, like, don't make a big deal about it."

Undertaker slaps an oversized hand on his shoulder. "We can be friends. We did kind of take out a shit ton of Kingsmen together. This dude flew in like was just diving into a fucking mosh pit. Bones breaking and blood flying. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in a long ass time."

Psycho looks at Lex, stunned by the dreamy look on her face. "Tell me more."

"Lex?" Psycho laughs.

"What? Is it my fault that I imagine Undertaker cradling me in his big, strong arms like a baby whenever he talks? He's just so... yum."

The man actually blushes, and Lex laughs. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Psycho asks. "To make Undertaker blush."

"Didn't know if it was possible. It was an experiment."

"Dude, you're still red," Venom says and laughs, slapping him on the back. "Not used to hot women hitting on you?"

Glaring at them and cracking his neck, he says, "I'm not used tomarriedwomen hitting on me, especially with her husband in the same fucking room."

"Oh, so you don't think I'm hot? Venom does, it seems."

"I'm walking away now," he says as they burst into laughter.

Lex looks at Venon and continues laughing. "Okay, that was way more fun than I thought it would be."

"That was kind of mean. Don't get me wrong, though... I loved it," Venom says and winks at her. "That man went from large and in charge to fumbling over his words."

"Psycho, it's time!" Colt shouts from the front door.

"Gotta go," he says, kissing Lex's cheek, and running towards Colt.

He hops on his bike like a child eager to show off his brand-new bicycle to all of his friends on Christmas morning. They both start their bikes, and Colt shouts, "Ready?"

Nodding, he knows he wears a shit-eating grin, but he's so damn excited. Everything in his bones tells him they're having a girl, and he's about to find out if he's right.

Both count to three before revving the engines, their backends getting a little squirrely before he dares to look back at the smoke it produces. He almost gasps when he sees it.

Pink. Pink smoke. "Holy fuck, it really is a girl."

Shutting off the engine, he jumps off and runs to Lacey. He wraps her up in his arms and picks her up to kiss her. Tears make the kiss salty, but he doesn't care. They're having a girl.

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