“Yeah, I guess I get that.” I walk to the fridge and grab a beer.
“Come on, Emma has been asking about you. She wants to see you,” Ice says.
We walk into the living room, where Emma is all situated on the couch. She has a blanket over her and is sitting up, chatting with Honey. She looks 100 percent better than she did the early morning when she was taken out of here on a stretcher. Holy fuck, I’ll never forget that night as long as I live.
She spots me and says, “Sainte!” She is beaming.
“Hey there, beautiful!” I say. “Motherhood agrees with you.”
“Thank you.” She smiles.
I lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek. “You scared the living hell out of all of us. You know that?”
“I know. But look, I’m fine, and Aiden and Cadi are getting stronger every day,” she says proudly.
“Well thank fuck for that,” I reply.
“Sainte!” Honey admonishes me.
“What?”
She hits my arm. “Language.”
I roll my eyes. They are being ridiculous. Do they really think a bunch of bikers, for whom swearing is a part of their daily life, will stop because of a couple of babies? I shake my head. Not happening.
“Really, are you gonna start that? The babies aren’t even here.”
“Well, they will be soon. Practice.”
I roll my eyes again. “Whatever.”
“You know, not that I want my kids’ first words to be the F-bomb, but really, around this club, it would not surprise me if they were.” Emma laughs. “Thank you, Honey, but I doubt we can stop it.”
That’s what I’m sayin’. At least Emma is not expecting miracles. And I realize by the huge smile on her face, she already got her miracle.
Honey smirks. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Hey, before I forget,” Emma says and then turns toward Ice. “Caden?”
He walks toward her, and she grabs his hand, “Cade and I would like the two of you to be Aiden’s godparents. We’ve already asked Rebel and Ari to be Cadi’s godparents.” She waits and then says, “Please.”
Tears well in Honey’s eyes.Why in the hell is she crying?“Oh, Emma, we would be honored,” she says, and I realize she is touched. Chicks, they’re so emotional. I guess I kinda expected it. I mean Rebel, Ari, and I are all kin to the kids. And Honey goes with me. Oh well, I guess we all just think differently.
They look at me.
“Oh, hell yeah. Uncle Sainte can teach them a thing or two.”
They both laugh.
“You’re not their uncle,” Honey states.
“Nope,” Emma says, “just cousins, but to my kids, you will always be Uncle Sainte.” She turns toward Honey. “And you will always be Aunt Honey.”
Tara walks over and says, “Excuse me, Emma, can I get you anything?”
Emma smiles. “I’m doing good right now, but I’m a little tired.” She looks up at Ice, “I think I would like to go lie down for a bit.”
Without a word, he steps in and lifts her, cradling her in his arms. He carries her up the stairs to her room.
