“With the size of the clubs, we’re definitely dominant in this state.”
“Listen to you, no doubt a President’s wife.”
“Ol’ lady.” She winks. “And it has taken time to get there, believe me.”
“You fit so well, though. Who'd have thought this is how your life would turn out?”
“I know, and the freaky part is, I’ve never been happier. I wish my mom was here to be a part of it all.”
“She is, Princess. That woman wouldn’t let you out of her sight when it comes to the club. I know she’s looking down on you every day.”
“I hope so.” She wipes a stray tear away as the front door opens with Viking and Odin piling through.
“Well, there’s trouble.” Viking acknowledges me, walking to his woman and giving her a blistering kiss.
“Hey.” I smile, and Odin bends over, giving me a half hug.
I’ve met him before; Viking makes him come with Princess on each visit. He says it’s to keep Odin busy, but we all know it’s to protect Princess if she ever needed it. He may only be eighteen, but he’s a tank—a lethal one at that—and Princess is the closest thing he has in his life now to a mom, older sister, female friend, etc.
“’Sup Bethany, how was the drive?” Odin nods, heading to the fridge.
“Long; glad to finally be here.”
“Bet.” He nods again, pulling out a pack of lunch meat and some mayo, heading to the counter to make a sandwich.
Viking detaches from Princess after a moment, “Where’s this mini version my ol’ lady won’t stop talking to me about?”
“He’s asleep, but you’ll meet him tomorrow.” And Maverick will no doubt be curious with Viking. He already thinks Odin is the greatest thing since peanut butter and jelly because he spins him around a million times like he enjoys.
“Good. I’m hitting the shower,” he grumbles, glancing at Princess. They have their own language it seems; they always have.
“Night, Viking.” I smile politely, and he salutes me, heading toward their bedroom.
He’s not a man of many words, but, from what I remember, none of the bikers talk much. Kind of weird for them to have a barbecue. Do they just stand around quiet, drinking beer? I will no doubt laugh if I see it happen tomorrow because it’s so not what you’d expect to see with a bunch of bikers.
I’d met most of them a few times before I found out I was pregnant and moved away. They stuck together out in public, and when I was with Nightmare, no one bothered him. Some of Princess’ dad’s bikers had shown up the next morning, but they were all talking about a car when I made it out of the hotel room.
I wonder if Ruger will be there. He was friendly; I think he liked me, too. He went swimming with us once and was pretty funny. He’d attempted to get fresh, too, but I shot him down right away. I’d only ever had eyes for one brother.
“I should get some sleep, too. Maverick will be up early, and I’ll need energy to keep up with him tomorrow around everyone.”
“He’ll have a few other kids to play with, too. London and Cain’s kids will be there, and their youngest daughter is the same age, I think.”
“Oh, good. It’ll be nice to have a beer and some adult conversation that I actually want to have. I get so tired of the assholes hitting on me at the restaurant.”
“I can imagine, but don’t be surprised if the guys hit on you tomorrow, too.”
“But, I’ll have my son with me.”
She snorts, “Pahleese, a little boy won’t scare any of them off. They’ll take one look at those hips and won’t care about anything else.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I mumble, and her grin falls.
“You’ll have fun, I promise.”
“I know, don’t worry about me. I’m here for you, remember?”
“You don’t know how much it means to me that you are.”