Page 25 of The Biker and the Single Mom

Rev and Eden appear nearby, Eden's hand resting on her small baby bump. Pope holds court near the coffee stand, keeping watch over his people like always.

This is what safety looks like—not one man protecting me, but an entire family standing guard.

Doc appears at my side, Luna back on his shoulders. "Ready?"

"Almost." I study him with Luna, the easy way he handles her weight, the protective hand keeping her steady. Patient and present and devoted.

The words slip out before I can stop them. "Want more?"

He goes very still. "More?"

"Kids." My pulse kicks up. "Someday. When we're ready. Do you... would you want more?"

His eyes search mine, intense and hopeful. "Someday?"

"Maybe sooner than someday." I step closer. "Maybe we see what happens."

"Yeah?" His voice drops, rough with emotion.

"Yeah."

He kisses me right there in the middle of the farmers market, Luna shrieking "Gross!" from her perch on his shoulders, Maddie wolf-whistling in the background.

When he pulls back, his eyes are bright. "Let's see what happens."

That night, we declare it family movie night. Luna's choice, which means we're watching her current obsession for the third time this week. She settles between us on the couch, Mr. Hops tucked under one arm, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap.

"Best family ever," she announces with the absolute certainty of a four-year-old.

Doc's hand finds mine across Luna's small body. His fingers lace with mine, steady and sure.

"Yeah," I agree, looking at my daughter and the man who became her father by choice. "We really are."

Luna falls asleep before the movie ends, popcorn kernels scattered across her pajamas. Doc carries her to bed without waking her, tucking her in with practiced ease.

When he returns, he pulls me back to the couch, settling me between his legs.

"You really want more?" he asks quietly.

"With you? Yes." I twist to see his face. "But only if you do."

"I want everything with you." His hands spread over my stomach, warm and possessive. "You, Luna, more kids if that's what happens. I want the whole damn thing, Rory. The chaos and the routine and the life you've given me."

"We gave each other this."

"Yeah." He kisses my temple. "We did."

We sit like that until the movie ends, until the apartment is quiet except for Luna's soft breathing through the monitor. Until it's us in the peace we built from broken pieces.

Matt is gone.

The nightmares have stopped.

We're home.

And maybe that's what salvation looks like—not the absence of pain, but the presence of something worth healing for. Not running from the past, but building toward the future.

One farmers market Saturday.