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Hopefully, the trip to Ireland will give us more answers about Teagan and what taking over the IRA truly means for her. Meanwhile, we will stay here and take care of the kids. I need to find a nanny and a new guard to help us out.

At least that will keep me busy while she’s away.

Chapter 15

Sweet Moments & Ireland

Jade

The next morning, me and Spade leave for a few days to Ireland. I have a council meeting tonight, plus Flynn has some things to go over with me. The flight there is long, so I brought my mother's journal hoping to read a bit to get some answers, and since Flynn was a big part of my mother's life, it will make things easier being able to ask him in person rather than over the phone. Reaching into my big tote bag, I grab the journal and place it in my lap. Spade gently nudges my foot from where he sits across from me. My eyes collide with his and he wiggles them.

“Wanna be a part of the mile high club with me?” he asks with a wicked grin on his face.

“Jamie fucked me up last night. How about on the way back? Kane will be with us, so it will piss him off and you know how much I love to rattle his cage,” I smirk, and his eyes light up.

“Fine. I guess I can wait,” he pouts, and I shake my head.

“I didn’t say you needed to wait, ya big baby. You can ravish me after the council meeting tonight. We have a few days alone here, so make it worth it,” I wink.

“Oh, fuck yea,” he shouts, and I shake my head at him. Opening the journal, he nudges my foot again and I huff.

“You’re very needy this morning,” I say with a raised brow.

“Sorry, babe. Before you dive into the past, can I ask you a question?” he says, and I take a deep breath.

“Shoot, Babyboy.”

“Have you felt the baby kick yet? I also want to run a name by you that I really like,” he says, and I smile.

“Yes, I’ve felt him kick, especially when I eat pizza. You just so happen to be doing cartel shit when it happens,” I say, and he nods.

“I’m dying to feel him.” He smiles, which makes me smile too.

“Name?” I ask with a raised brow, and he laughs.

“Well, I have two. Reid Junior or Prince,” he says, and I wrinkle my nose.

“I don’t like Reid Junior. No offense, babe. But I do like Prince. Hmm… Jaxon, Hazel and Prince. I like that,” I say, as his eyes light up with excitement.

“Hell yea. So can we name him Prince?” he asks, and I nod.

“Sure. Prince Giovanni Rodriguez-Rivers,” I say, and the smile that litters this man's face is priceless. He jumps up from his seat, sinks to his knees in front of me, opens my legs, lifts my shirt and places a soft kiss against my little round belly.

“You hear that, Prince. That’s your name. Fuck yea,” he says, speaking to our baby. I take out an envelope and hand it to him. I’ve been waiting for this trip to give it to him so we could share this moment together.

“What’s this?” he asks, sitting back on his legs.

“Just open it,” I tell him, rolling my eyes. He rips it open, taking out the paper and unfolding it as his eyes wildly read the document. I sit back and wait, knowing he’s going to lose his shit, and a second later, he’s up, running up and down the aisles, screaming in joy. I laugh as I wait for his theatrics to end, and he comes back to me, cupping my face, pressing his lips to mine.

“I love you, Jade. Thank you for making me a dad again. This is the best day of my life.” He cheers, kissing me again.

“I love you too, Reid. I know you already knew, at least I thought you did since all I’ve been craving is pizza, but I wanted it in writing to show you that you are Prince’s biological father,” I say, and he smiles.

“Say it again.”

“Prince is your biological son. Our son,” I say, kissing his lips.

“Fuck, I love you. I’m going to text Ryder. You go relax, my queen,” he says, sitting in his seat, taking out his phone. I pick up the journal and read the next entry.

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