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“Not 100%. From the little I know he was Sinister Wolves MC, then went to prison. But Willa said his cut was different, no wolf.”
Marx runs a hand down his beard, and even though his mother was a waste of space, she gave my boy patience. Something that isn’t always my strong suit, but shit, I’m trying.
“Could be nothing,” Marx finally says.
“Could be.”
His gaze darts to mine. “You don’t agree?”
“Man gets out of prison early, patches into a new MC and then sets up an hour away from his ex?”
Marx rolls his shoulders. “Yeah, I didn’t think so either.”
“OK, well, this is quite the mystery. I’ll get Wire and Remy onto it.” Chewy says, slapping her hands down on the carved arms of her special chair and pushing her bulk up. “In the meantime, I’m going to the hospital to have a baby. I’ll be back in the office in around three to five business days.”
“What!?” Rhodie yells, shoving Chomper into Marx’s arms. “Babe, like seriously, what the actual fuck?”
“What? There was no point in making a scene if it was Braxton Hicks.”
“How do you know it’s not?” Mama Debs asks gently.
“Oh, my mucus plug fell out this morning and I’ve steadily been having contractions all day.”
“All fucking day?!”
“Yeah.” Chewy looks at us like we’re all mad. “Well, I’m leaving now.”
Everyone freezes in place, watching Chewy take Laney-May by the hand and slowly waddle toward the SUV. We wait a beat, and then all hell breaks loose. The women rush to collect up their children and Mama Debs jumps into action and corrals them all into two of the SUV’s.
“You ever thought of getting a bus for all these kids?” Willa asks, a smirk on her face.
“That ain’t a bad idea,” I huff.
I watch as my boys help their Ol Ladies into their vehicles, strapping in their babies, and my chest puffs up. I’m not proud of a lot of shit I’ve done in my life, but my boys and the way they treat their women? Yeah, I’m damn proud of them.
A warm hand lands on my forearm. “Come on, I think it’s time for you to get to the hospital.”
“Will you come?” Spills from my lips.
Willa stares at me. “Me?”
“Yeah. I ah, might need a hand. With this lot.” I wave my hand at the women cackling, the men making bets and Niko trying to round up the Big Littles.
“Well, now you point it out, yeah. I’m in.” She pats my arm, her hand drifting off until I catch it in mine.
“Thank you.”
She swallows. “That’s what friends are for.”
***
“Ah, shouldn’t you be in there?” Tav says drawing my attention to my youngest staring at us as he walks through the automatic doors.
“I’ve been asked to step out.”
“Step out? What. The. Fuck. For?” Pops says, gritting his teeth, his bony finger poking Rhodie in the chest.
“I may have panicked a little,” he mumbles.
