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It turns out the MC had decided to throw up cabins for every member and in an effort to be closer to the club I decided to rent out my little house, and move in with Miles. Don’t get me wrong, I love my little house. It was my first safe space after leaving Diesel. I poured blood, sweat and tears into that home because it was the first thing that belonged to me. But since Miles and I claimed each other, we decided we wanted something that belonged to the both of us. Hence why I’m unpacking boxes of my stuff into our cabin. She’s small, she’s cozy, and she sits between Marx and Rhodie so it’s perfect for us. I may only be 45, but I have grandbabies to spoil now and I can’t think of a time in my life where I felt happier.

“Well, you shot down Wet Willy, Free Willy and Wee Willy Winky so that’s all we were left with,” Vi smarts.

“Or you could just call me by my name.”

“We could, but that’s boring,” Mira smirks.

“Hello Willa, do you have any cookies?” Chewy says, not looking at me. “I’m nursing you know.”

“Yup. I do know.” I move to the cookie tin on the counter. “I made these last night, they’re meant to help with milk production.”

Chewy stares at them like they’ve been poisoned before gingerly picking one up. “That seems weird. And less delicious than chocolate, but beggars can't be choosers.” She looks up at me then. “I understand that one.”

I smile at her, then give Laney-May a chocolate cookie from another tin. I also have a little snack for Chomper too so I give him one, giving him a little pat on the head before handing out more cookies to the Little Littles.

“Damn, you’re like a proper grandmother type,” Blanche whispers.

“I’m not that bad.” I roll my eyes.

“Are you serious?” Nat asks. “You just invited everyone in and then cookie-d and head patted all the children.

“She’s right, that’s peak nana behaviour,” Ana agrees. “I mean, I should know, Debs is my mum.”

“Shit. No offence to you Debs -”

“None taken, baby,” Debs says.

“- but I can’t be nana-y already. I’m only 45!” I look around at the babies. “OK, I can’t not give them cookies either, look at their little faces!” All the kids look up at me with chocolate staining their teeth and cheeks. “How about I lay off the pats?”

“Or, how about you help us arrange a kick ass party for your patching party?” Remy waggles her brows.

“We don’t have time, it’s tonight,” I reply, a little zing of excitement fizzing in my belly.

“That’s like, eight hours away. Trust me. We have time.” Jazz smirks.

“You think?”

“Trust me,” Pops says, clapping his hands and rubbing his palms together.

The funny thing is, I do trust him. I trust each and every person in the Devil’s Rose MC. They started off as my friends, and now they’re on the fast track to becoming the family I always wanted.

“OK then, let's do this!”

***

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” I ask, eyeing the giant cardboard dick that’s sitting in the middle of the clubhouse.

“Of course,” Chewy says, a little too perkily.

“I second that,” Pops adds. We’re not even voting on anything.

“I don't know, team, it seems a little…” I’m at a loss for words. I have no idea where it came from, how it got in here or who even ordered it. Although I have a sneaky suspicion.

“Look, sweetheart,” Pops starts, “I know it seems overwhelming, but it’s symbolic of yours and Mad Dog’s relationship.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “How?”

All the Ol Ladies that are sitting quietly around the lounge, staring up at the giant peen all sit forward, waiting for Pops' answer.