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“I know. You don’t have to give me positive reinforcement.”

She grunts, tenses and then everything goes still. It’s just me and Chewy, the two of us, together, nothing else matters until a cry rends the air and Chewy’s body relaxes.

“Congratulations, Mom and Dad. You have a healthy baby boy.”

Chewy’s gaze meets mine and holds until I help her move, lying her on her back, pushing her sweaty hair from her forehead.

“Here is your big, healthy baby,” the nice nurse says, placing a hairy, wriggly red lump on Chewy’s chest.

“Whoa,” Chewy says, staring down at our son. “We made that,” she whispers in awe.

“We did. Look, he has his big sister’s curls,” I say, running my thick finger through his dark hair.

“And look! He has gnarly fingers like his big brother,” Chewy murmurs and we share a look before giggling. “Rhodes?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. More than I ever thought I was capable of. And now I have Laney and Chomper and this guy and the club.” She tears her gaze away from our boy, to look up at me. “You gave me everything.”

“No baby. You gave me everything.”

Chapter 10

Willa

Ihave no idea how I got here. I mean, I know how I ended up in Rose Grove, looking for a fresh start, but here? In a waiting room surrounded by the Devil’s Rose MC waiting for my former booty call/present friend’s grandchild to arrive? Life has a really funny way of screwing with me sometimes.

“You OK?” Joy asks, patting my hand.

“I’m not the one having a baby,” I sass, trying hard to hide my smile.

Joy rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean.” She looks around the room. “It can be a little overwhelming sometimes, so I get it.”

I follow Joy’s gaze, at all the families waiting for news. Mad Dog is holding Little Bee in his arms, her little head resting at the base of his throat. I'm damn certain I feel my ovaries dropping eggs at the sight. Marx laughs at something he says, and Mad Dog rocks Bee when she startles at the sound.

“It’s…nice,” I admit to my friend. “I…like it.”

“But, you’re scared.”

My gaze shoots to her knowing one, and she gives me a little smile. “I got you, Willy Wonka.” She winks at me and I roll my eyes at the name.

“Joy?”

“Hmm?

“I got you, too.” I squeeze her hand and smile to myself when she rests her head on my shoulder.

The doors open and Rhodie steps through, a grin a mile wide on his face. “He’s here. He’s big and hairy and he has curly hair like Laney-May and wrinkly fingers like Chomper and fuck, he’s, he’s…amazing.”

Mad Dog gently hands Bee over to Lovely and steps up to Rhodie, grabbing him by the cut and wrapping him in his arms. I know how good that feels. How warm and safe. Shit. What the hell am I doing here? This isn’t my life. This isn't what I get to have. Especially not with that asshole Diesel sniffing around.

“Pssst, I think someone is waiting for you to congratulate them,” Joy says with a smirk.

“Joy, it’s not like he did anything.”

“I know. But sometimes, friends want to share good news with other friends.” She gives me a pointed look so I let out a huff and move to stand.

“You’re kinda bossy since you’ve been hanging out with this club.”