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Nat snorts. “They’ll just be standing over there talking and making the prospect DIY.”
“Which means the club kids are over there running wild,” Remy cackles.
“Bye!” Kit yells, ditching us for greener and more wild pastures.
“If you think we’re over here chilling out for no reason, you are sorely mistaken,” Jaz says.
Mira nods in agreement. “We’re here for the tea.”
“What tea?” I ask as innocently as I can.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Ana says, tapping her bottom lip. “The ‘silver fox putting his foot through your door’ tea?”
“She means Mad Dog. But she’s trying to be subtle.” We all turn to stare at Chewy who waddles to the small dining set I have where she plops down and puts her feet up on a chair opposite her. She groans as she rubs her belly, a frown on her face. Her hand stills and she blinks once. Twice.
“Chewy?” Mama Debs asks, brows furrowed. “Are you OK e hine?”
Her lip wobbles and Chewy bursts into tears, the emotion not only shocking us, but Chewy as well.
“Chewy!” Ana rushes to Chewy’s side and we, as a pack all follow and crowd around her.
“Oh my god, I’ve never seen her do this! What do we do?” Nat says, clearly taken aback.
Chewy’s wild gaze darts around the room. She’s saying something between sobs, but I’ll be damned if any of us can understand a word she’s saying.
Mira stands upright, pointing at the sobbing Chewy. “Did…she just ask us why she’s crying?”
“I…don’t…how…do…I…make…it…stop!” Chewy hiccups. “Why…am…I…leaking?”
“Out of where?” Kaia shrieks while Joy and Lovely, arguably the two most nurturing Ol Ladies, start patting Chewy’s back.
“My…personal..bubble…” Chewy starts flapping and I’m not sure if it’s a neurodivergent thing or a Chewy thing.
Oh, no, she just tried to vag punch Remy, I think it’s a Chewy thing.
“Someone get Chomper! Or Rhodie! I don’t care which one!” Ana yells and I delegate myself.
Not because I don’t want to help. There are enough women there to comfort her, but Chewy needs someone who can talk her down before she headbutts someone.
I make my way up the path between my and Joy’s houses, bursting through the door so abruptly that I’m sure I see Rider jump.
“Chewy’s crying.” Every man freezes in place and I’m sure I could have announced myself a little better.
“Like crying crying?” Rhodie says, already moving toward me.
“Yep.”
He lets out a sigh. “Hormones, I bet.”
“You ain’t even gonna run?” Mad Dog asks, doing that damn hot thing where only one brow raises.
“Nah, I’m sure it’s all just hormones or she’s hungry.” He makes his way to the door calmly and we watch as he closes it gently behind him.
We turn to the window just in time to see Rhodie hauling ass, making it to my back door in around three long strides. I bite my cheek to hide my grin but the MC men think nothing of bursting into laughter and yelling jibes at their VP.
“Willa.” Mad Dog’s smooth as chocolate voice rolls over me and I have to hide my reaction.
“Mad Dog,” I answer curtly. Or at least I try but it comes out a little breathy.
