Including, feeding her at all hours of the night. I don’t know where the fuck the food was going other than in her round bump. Because you couldn’t tell she was pregnant, unless she turned to the side. She was still petite, except you wouldn’t think that with how much she hogged the bed. Saying something about our son being cold and needing my heated skin to warm him up through her belly. Pretty much sleeping on top of me, worse than she did before.
“Can you serve me seconds?” she asked with that pouty little lip that always made my cock twitch.
“Cutie—”
“Please… the baby is still hungry.” She grabbed my hand and placed it over her stomach. “Feel. See, he’s kicking because he’s still hungry. Feed me, so I can feed him.”
I laughed, kissing her lips. “Ya know I can’t resist anythin’, when you’re beggin’ me like that.” Already thinking about how much more of an appetite she would have for food and my cock, when I finally knocked her up with triplets.
“I know, that’s why I do it.”
“What do ya want? Besides my cock in your mouth.”
“Noah! Oh my God, they’re kids everywhere.”
She wasn’t exaggerating, there were shitlins everywhere. We were at the End of The Road Clubhouse for the weekly Sunday family barbecue.
Everyone was there, from Ma, to Skyler’s dad. Creed and my sister-in-law Mia, and their kids. The good ol’ boys as everyone called them. Who happened to be Mia’s family that ended up joining our MC. Which was really fucking funny because none of them used to ride. I think they were going through a mid-life crisis together or some shit.
Their kids’ kids were here as well. I swear, every person here was connected in some shape, way or form.
We were all just one big happy fucked up family, each having their own story to tell.
“No shit, baby.” I grinned. “So everyone must love to fuck as much as we do.”
Her mouth dropped open, only provoking me to lean forward to get close to her ear. “Close your mouth, Cutie… unless you want me to stick my di—”
“Oh my God! I’m getting my own food. Because now you’re just making me wet, but I’m still hungry.”
I grabbed her hand, sitting her back down. Smiling, “I fuckin’ love you.”
“Yeah? Then prove it… feed me.”
I laughed again, I couldn’t help it. Not when she was fucking adorable like that.
“If you don’t soon, then this baby boy is going to kick his way out soon. I’m surprised I don’t have broken ribs from the mini-linebacker I’m carrying.” She pulled her white, flowy sundress taunt on her belly, and as if on cue, my boy started to kick again. “It’s your fault, I swear you get him all riled up as soon as he hears his daddy’s voice.”
“Is that right?” Squatting down to the grass, I held both of my world’s in my hands. Placing my mouth up to her belly to have a little one-on-one chat with my son. “Listen here, son.”
Causing Skyler to giggle.
“You be good to your momma, she has enough on her plate. Wit’ just bein’ married to me. So stop fussin’ in there, yeah?”
“Aiden,” Skyler voiced, bringing my attention to her.
“What, baby?”
“Aiden’s here.”
I stood, turning around. Watching as Aiden stumbled through the backyard, clutching onto a bottle of Jack.
“What the fuck?”
He’d been here a few times over the years, usually with Bailey and their kids, but never alone or drunk as shit.
I quickly made my way over to him, grabbing onto his arm. “Aiden, what’s goin’ on? Did you drive here like this?”
“Bailey…” he slurred, staggering all over the place. Barely able to stand.
“Jesus Christ, man. What the fuck?”
Taking another swig from his bottle, he tried shoving me away. “Bailey… Bailey… Bailey...”
“For fuck’s sake, Aiden.” I’d never seen him like this before, rendering me speechless as soon as the words,
“She’s gone… My Bailey… Left me. Forever,” flew out of his mouth.
The end.