Drake was touched. “Grace will love it.”
“When you get home, it will be fully furnished. Congratulations on the kid, and on your wife.”
He hugged James, and then climbed into the back of the car. Drake handed the envelope to Grace.
“A house? He’s got us a house?”
“It’s what the club life means, baby.”
“Oh my God, this is amazing.”
Grace threw her arms around her, and Drake had to admit, he was just as touched.
Epilogue
Nine months later
Grace sang to her son, putting little Joseph down for the night. Her son was such an angel to look after. He rarely cried unless he was hungry, and he slept through the night now. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Tomorrow we’re going to the clubhouse. Yeah, Aunty Cora is going to tell the whole club that she’s pregnant. I don’t know if Uncle James knows the news yet, but we’re not going to miss it for the world.”
“I bet he already knows,” Drake said. She turned to find her husband leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. “How is our little guy?”
“He’s perfect, aren’t you, baby?” she asked.
Drake gripped her neck as he stood beside her.
Joseph let out a baby squeal, lifting his arms up as if to be picked up.
“We shouldn’t pick him up, should we?” Drake asked.
“I don’t know. I mean, look at him, he’s so sweet. What would it hurt?”
“Don’t the books say that we have to be strong, and stick to a reasonable bedtime?” Drake asked.
They should probably leave him, but he was their son.
“One night won’t be a problem,” Grace said. “When have you ever followed the rules?”
Drake leaned down and picked him up. Together they moved toward the sofa, and Grace curled up on the arm of the chair with Drake between her thighs. He rested Joseph on his chest, and she leaned around and stroked her son’s head. “He’s so beautiful. Can you believe we made something that beautiful?”
“I can believe you made something this beautiful, Grace. Me, I don’t.” He took hold of her hand, locking their fingers together. “I love you, baby. Thank you for giving me a chance.”
“We’ve been married a year, Drake, thank you.”
It had been an amazing, wild, dirty, crazy year. Grace had no idea marriage could be so wonderful, and the more time she spent with Drake, the more she fell in love with him.
“Grace?” Drake said, whispering her name.
Joseph had settled into a spot and was slowly going to sleep. His eyes stayed closed for several seconds, and then grew heavy before going wide once again. She loved him so much.
“What?”
“I want to make another one.”
“A baby?” she asked.
“Yes. He needs a brother or a sister.”