Page 10 of Heart Mended

“Fuck, Marc. What if it’s another set of twins?” As the implications hit me, I roar with laughter. This life which keeps giving better know when to stop.

We’re having a baby.

I’ve been happy enough with three. Now it could be four, or heaven help us, five.

Her eyes meet mine, the corners of her lips turning up as she lightly punches me in the arm.

“Biker super sperm, obviously, lover. It’s all your fault, you know.”

As I chuckle, she shivers, reminding me the air conditioning is turned up high. With a leer, I pick her up, carrying her gently bridal style as I take her to bed. Marc, pregnant again? The chances of that are probably about as likely as winning the lottery.

Being exhausted from a day of looking after the kids as well as our lovemaking earlier, she’s quickly asleep as I lie awake, thinking. Not a worried wakefulness, no tossing and turning, just getting shit sorted out in my head. Realising the time has come to let go of the past, the vows I had made in the depths of despair should be re-evaluated in the light of a new day. Coming to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be a betrayal to commit to a new future, that I could embrace both the past and the present.

First thing the next morning, I head into Tucson. Finding something that’s perfect takes a little bit of time, but eventually I’m satisfied with my purchase.

When I return to the compound, I’m not surprised that Marc’s in the clubroom, along with Sophie, Sam and Darcy and their offspring and other assorted children—three of them mine. I snort as I look on, unable to believe in a few months, if everything goes as it should, I’ll have at least one more. Yeah, Marc’s right. Think we’ll have to do something to make sure we leave it at that. If my biker sperm’s that powerful, maybe it’s me who should have the snip.

Grunt spots me and bounds his way over. He shifts his weight back, but before he can jump, I snap, “Down.” Fucking mutt can almost reach high enough to put his paws on my shoulders when he stands up.

Marc catches my eye, gives a quick shake of her head, but smiles a secret smile. Yeah, we’ll keep our news to ourselves for a while. Don’t want to tell everyone and tempt fate.

But there’s one thing that can’t wait. I’m not a patient man. Once my mind’s made up, I act on what I want to get done. I close the distance between me and my woman in just a few strides. “Soph, Sam. Can you watch the twins for a moment?”

“Sure,” Sam agrees.

“Randy bugger.” Sophie’s English accent is strong. “You could be a bit more subtle.”

Ignoring her, I crouch down to Amy. “You gonna come to, sweetheart? Got something I want to talk to you and your mom about.” As she jumps up, excited at being included, I hold out my hand to Marc. When she takes it, I tilt my head toward the VP’s wife. “Nah. It’s not what you’re thinking. She’s still too worn out from last night.” A wink accompanies my words.

I can hear Sophie’s squawked laugh as my old lady and oldest daughter walk out the door.

Reaching our house at the top of the compound, I usher them both inside. For her, Amy is particularly quiet, her little face turned up to mine, her eyes slightly narrowed as if sensing something important is coming. Marc seems oblivious to any undercurrent in the air.

“Amy,” I crouch down beside her again, “you remember what you asked me the other day?” She’s six years old, at that age things don’t hang around in her brain very long. She shakes her head so I remind her. “Remember you asked me if you could be a bridesmaid?”

Blue eyes, so much like that of her birth mother, the sight that used to cause unbearable pain now only filling me with joy, go almost impossibly wide.

Marc scrunches her face, obviously running through the possibilities, then coming up blank, asks, “Who’s getting married, Heart?”

Amy jumps up and squeals. “You and Daddy of course. Silly Mommy.”

I risk a look over my shoulder. Perhaps I should have asked her first. Her expression is hard to analyse. Pleasure? Horror? Trying to find a way to refuse not only me, but letting Amy down gently as she does.

Perhaps she doesn’t want to get hitched?

Fuck, I hadn’t considered that.

I stand when she places her hands on her hips.

“You’re seriously using your daughter to get me to agree to marry you, Heart? When you know I won’t be able to disappoint her, now you’ve put the idea of being a bridesmaid in her head.”

I hadn’t looked at it that way. I recover fast. We haven’t been together all this time without me having the ability to read her. Her indignation, I suspect, is fake. Yeah, my old lady would make me work for it.

“I might have another weapon in my armoury as well.” I smirk.

Fuck me. I hadn’t meant it that way, but when her eyes find my crotch, my fucking dick starts swelling. I lean closer.

“That’s for later, babe.” Discreetly turning around, I adjust myself before Amy can ask what I’m doing. Once I’ve got my cock under control, I swing back.

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