Page 103 of Tinsel & Chrome

Samantha aka Sam

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“For the love of the sanctity of Christmas, Demon! Absolutely no nudity! I've seen your ass way more times than I am comfortable admitting.”

“Let's compromise with a festive holiday thong?” Before I could answer, he pulled down his pants to reveal a Santa hat thong complete with jingle bells that were not on the front of the hat.

How did I know? I heard them but did not see them. It's not rocket science but another way for my wild child to traumatize me.

“Oh my god, go put your costume on! I'm your mother for Christ’s sake!” Everybody has a laugh at my expense.

Poppy brings out a tray of eggnog and sets it down slowly. Fiend comes up from behind, wrapping his arms under her stomach and lifting, taking the pressure off. She practically melts, sighing in relief.

“I told you to rest, my sweet little backpack.” She giggled at her nickname. It is outrageously silly.

“I was just bringing out drinks. Salem's been calm this morning. Oooh baby, this feels so good.”

He kissed her temple. “I read about it in that book your mom bought, but I won't do it again if you don't rest...” He slowly lowers her stomach and she pouts. “All I do is rest, I want to be helpful! Stop putting me on the shelf, I'm not made of glass!” She shouts before storming to his old room, which was now Fiend and Kynlee's room, and slamming the door.

He stands there bewildered, “Did I do something wrong? Sam?”

I sighed, it's hard to explain. “Those are pregnancy hormones, they fluctuate wildly, especially so close to the due date. She can go through the entire emotional wheel in minutes. Don't argue, her feelings are valid and I promise you she already feels bad about it. Also, leave her be. She is taking it easy but wants to help. I'll find her small jobs to do but you got to stop, she's not helpless. She's done this before.”

And I winced, I didn't mean to bring it up. That immediately stung and I saw the guilt and pain hit. I place my hand on his shoulder, “I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. Don't feel bad for something you didn't know or couldn't help.” I believe it's the gut-wrenching death of Avery and his inability to stop what happened to her and Poppy is what makes him overprotective. I told him that eventually he would need consistent therapy after his stint in the hospital and rehab and he didn't disagree.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, “You're right. I just need to...”

The door opened and Poppy came out crying profusely, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...” He pulled her in and kissed her temple. She sniffles, “I was so angry for no reason!”

“It's okay. You want to help with the event and I shouldn't be so worried. I know you're safe...I know you're safe.” They stayed silent for a few moments before I interrupted, “Hey, why don't you both help out and make the cookie dough. I need gingerbread, sugar, and chocolate chip.”

She perked up quickly, “Okay, how many cookies?”

“Not many, like 300.” Their eyes widened as if in a horror movie.

“300?!”

I see Wicked in his costume, whip out my tomato shaped pin cushion and walk away, shocked looks still on their faces. They head into the kitchen to get started, recruiting some of the bunnies.

That's not a lot, right? I didn't even bring up frosting them. Depending on the ticket sales, it could be more.

Rocco aka Lucifer

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Sam's pinning and poking the shit out of Wicked because he keeps squirming. I don't think he likes needles. His screams are hilarious. Luckily my suit fit as is, babygirl knows Daddy's size.

We finished setting up the theater and are working on the house for the morning after breakfast with the kiddos. I sent Reaper to grab our quarterly moonshine order from Josiah. He seemed to like picking on Reap since he crashed his bike. Calls him ‘Thor on the rocks’ and I can't unsee or hear it. I've seen old pictures of a younger Josiah and you'd think they were kin. Perhaps that's why he's taken a shine to him.

The snow machine arrives and I hide it behind the bunny house, to give the kiddos the winter experience, if Mother Nature doesn't comply. I've been observing the past few weeks and I'm growing hopeful. Temps have been slow to hit the average and there's talk of a pre-Christmas winter front. Either way Pawpaw is ready to make this a memorable holiday.

I find myself reflecting back to when I was trying to establish this club. The Merciless Few name was something sacred, to revere in. The mission to be the good in the world that someone might desperately need. The love of the rev of our engines, the brotherhood, and emotional stability because lord knows my boys need that. Each one a reflection of me as their leader but each one troubled in their own way.

I have to be honest, Fiend and Poppy's journey nearly broke me. I never want to see any of them hurt or in pain but realize that they must endure to learn life lessons. But those two, I feel the lump in my throat and either cough or clear my throat to keep from tearing up. I know when Salem's born I'm going to lose it. I'll shed my reservoir of tears then.

“Time for dress rehearsal!”

I groaned, mumbling, “It's for the children, Rocco. The children and your ol’ lady.” I see her standing at the door. I wrap my arm around her waist and she hands me a cigar from in-between her tits. I'd rather be between those right now.

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