Page 134 of Bolo's Curveball

I carefully passed the baby over to my wife and watched as she spoke in a soft voice to her granddaughter. Devyn had been an incredible mother, and now she was going to be the best grandmother. I couldn’t wait for our other kids to start having babies.

We were going to end up with a bunch of children running around our house as we grew older, and I’d be forever grateful to that. I owed everything to Dev. She’d taken a chance on me and stuck with me over all these years. We’d built a great fucking life.

“I’ll teach her to ride her very first motorcycle,” I told the room.

“Pretty sure that’s my job,” Collin replied.

Narrowing my eyes, I shook my head. “Nope. That’s my tradition. Did it with you and your brothers. I’ll do it with your kids. You can buy her the first motorcycle though.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said, but he chuckled.

Wrapping an arm around Devyn’s shoulders, I smiled down at my now sleeping granddaughter. “Who knows? Maybe she’ll start her own club one day.”

Collin shook his head. “I can’t even think about all that. Not when she’s only a few hours old.”

Dev rested her head on my shoulder. “It goes faster than you can even imagine.”

She wasn’t wrong. Just yesterday I was thirty-five and sitting in this same damn hospital while I watched doctors and nurses work on keeping Collin alive. Now here we were, twenty-eight years later, as I hugged my wife close and our kid had a baby of his own.

The years had flown, but I wouldn’t trade any of them for anything. Both my, and Dev’s, parents were at their homes—they still lived in the houses the club had bought all those years ago, along with Camila’s mom—waiting to meet their great-granddaughter.

We all had houses next to each other, a huge compound all for ourselves, and even my MC brothers lived in the same neighborhood with their families. We’d basically taken over a whole neighborhood as our own.

We’d all stayed close even as our kids took over the MC, and still hung out most days. They were all going to be excited to meet Molly. I couldn’t believe after the way our relationship had started, Dev and I were here together now. It’d been a life well-lived. Not that we didn’t still have plenty of years left to keep building memories. One day at a time, we’d fallen in love. One day at a time, I was still making her glad she’d chosen to stay with me.

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