Page 41 of Falcon

“Your woman has the munchies in overdrive again,” I tell him and take a bite of my hotdog.

“Bitch,” Livi mutters and glares at me, still oblivious if you ask me.

Thorsten, on the other hand, clearly isn’t when he grunts, “Fuck, yeah.”

Falcon, who is standing beside his brother, shoots me a grin and I give my man a wink in return.

“What’s going on?” Livi’s gaze bounces between us and the hotdog in my hand.

Handing her the food, she greedily takes it and doesn’t even mind I already took a bite. She groans and polishes off the whole thing within three bites.

“So good,” she mumbles and sighs in contentment.

We’re all staring at her and after a few breaths she finally notices and asks, “What? I was hungry and she took the last one.”

Thorsten chuckles. “You had one with me and two others on your plate when I left you in the kitchen. And I guess I shouldn’t mention the fries you made me pick up two hours ago, eh?”

Finally, her eyes go wide when she realizes it too. “Shit.” Shooting Thorsten an angry glare she snaps, “This is all your fault.”

The guilty man grins. “Trying to give Novak a little brother or sister was a mutual decision.”

“Gah.” Livi shoves her chair away from the table and heads straight to her husband’s awaiting arms. “We’d better go for a run to get a test and make sure.”

Falcon snaps his fingers and I bob my head to tell them, “Falcon and I are going for a ride. We can either swing by the drugstore or you could join us.”

“Macsen babysitting duty?” Thorsten asks.

I grin. “Yeah.”

A little over three months ago I gave birth to a lovely baby girl. Raven stole not only our hearts, but those of all around us. Especially Macsen, since he was in the room with us when she was born.

Not by choice, believe me. Let’s just say things didn’t go as planned, and she came sooner than we all anticipated. Thank fuck she was perfectly healthy and everything was fine in the end.

“Well, let’s hit the road,” Thorsten grunts.

“Can we stop by the little burger place? You know the one,” Livi asks and I can tell Thorsten is having a hard time trying not to laugh.

“Sure thing, darlin’,” he croons and gives her a kiss.

We leave the kitchen and I quickly head downstairs to grab my leather jacket and helmet. I wave to the brothers who are sitting in the main room and step out into the slight breeze of the early summer night.

Falcon is straddling his bike, his gaze locked on mine as I walk toward him. The roller-coaster feeling is in full effect as I swing my leg and get on behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle tight, my front to his back. The rumble of the bike starts and the man places his large hand on my thigh and gives me a squeeze.

It’s a small move and yet it feels as if the man touches my soul. I breathe him in as he pulls out of the parking lot. I glance to the side, looking for Thorsten and Livi, but there isn’t a bike riding beside us. A chuckle rips from me when I realize they are following in the SUV.

Poor Livi. Thorsten was the same way when she was pregnant with their boy, Novak. Now she’s pregnant again and in for a few months of being absolutely doted on. Thorsten is very protective of his old lady, but when she’s pregnant? He’s absolutely capable of nailing pillows against the wall and bubble wrapping the furniture so she won’t bump anything and hurt herself.

I smile at the hopeful thought of my best friend, my cousin, being pregnant again. Our brotherhood, the Wisely Dicey family growing, expanding. Falcon and I love our little girl and for now it’s what we’re focused on. Where Livi easily fell pregnant, it took a year for me and Falcon.

It’s safe to say nothing in life is without challenge, and the unexpected is an unfortunate interference to deal with. Though, when you’re a team facing everything together it does make it slightly easier. Add more than one brotherhood and you have a massively united front.

Falcon slowly comes to a stop in front of the drugstore. Thorsten parks behind us and Livi gets out to dash into the store.

Thorsten steps closer to us. “Go on, guys. Enjoy the night. We’re heading back to the clubhouse.”

Falcon nods and I add, “Okay, see you later. Oh, and I will be expecting to hear the result to make it official.”

Thorsten grins. “I bet you’ll be the first one she calls.”

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