“Yeah, I’m pretty happy.” I grinned.
“What about the baby?” His hand stole across my stomach. “Are you happy about that, too? For a woman who wanted to wait to have children, you adopted one and then got knocked up with another within a year.”
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Someone told me it was bullshit to live by society’s rules and standards.”
“Who told you that? Sounds like a very smart guy.”
“One the smartest men I know,” I said softly. “One of the kindest, strongest, most beautiful men I know.”
“You’re not talking about Boxer are you?”
“Get off me,” I said with a laugh, pushing against his shoulders.
He chuckled and moved off my body. My stomach growled.
“You did promise me a romantic dinner tonight,” I told him. “But can I tell you something? All I want is Huckleberry ice cream.”
“I can make that happen,” he said, reaching for his shirt. “I blame your father for your new Huckleberry obsession.”
A few months prior, Knight had sent us Huckleberry jam from a local farm in Coeur d’Alene. My addiction to it only seemed to grow in tandem with my pregnancy.
“Speaking of your father,” Colt began as he pulled on his jeans. “He’s bringing Bishop down for a meeting with Franco and Ramsey.”
“Yeah, he told me.”
“When did he tell you?” he demanded.
“A few days ago when I talked to him. Are you guys finally going to expand?”
Colt nodded.
It had been a prosperous year after the war, and there had been very little bloodshed in the streets of Waco once Dev had been dealt with. The cartels were making too much money to let their men get out of control, the MCs were protecting the city from any outsiders who might try to edge in and cause anyone harm, and it seemed like everything was smooth sailing. Still, I didn’t expect it to always be like this because I knew better.
My phone vibrated from somewhere under the bed. I crouched down to grab it and saw Joni’s name flashing across the screen.
“It’s your sister,” I said to him.
“Answer it.”
I pressed a button and said, “Hello? Joni, you’re on speaker phone.”
“I’m engaged!” she shouted.
“Ow. And oh my God, congratulations!” I looked at Colt, whose jaw had dropped open. “Your brother can’t say his congratulations right now because he’s just had a stroke.”
She laughed. “Bachelorette party as soon as you get back. The wedding is a week after that.”
“Why so sudden,” Colt demanded in true brotherly fashion. “Are you pregnant?”
“No, you asshole. Some of us use protection. I’m a nurse, remember? I actually know how to put a condom on a man.”
“I don’t need details,” Colt muttered. “And for the record, it was Mia who went off her birth control and let me—”
“Oh, wow, hate to cut this short, but Colt promised me dinner. We’ll see you in a few days,” I said.
I hung up on her and glared at Colt. “Maybe you don’t tell your sister we have unprotected sex.”
He sighed. “Mia, babe, you’re four months pregnant. How else do you think you got a bun in the oven? Huh? Besides, I’ve walked in on a girls’ night. I know what goes down with you all and a bottle of tequila. Men have nothing on you gals.”