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“Now!” I hollered back.
The last three weeks had been a blur. Not only had Slash and I bought a house and moved in and gotten settled, but the bakery was under construction. We’d bought the building next door and were now expanding the place to become a combination café, bakery, and catering hub. While that was going on, Slash had been on the city’s ass to get the street fixed, and with Kurt no longer in the picture, things had started moving again.
Because life hadn’t been insane enough, we’d decided to plan our wedding. With the help of Brielle, Jazz, Willa, and the Old Ladies, we’d been able to make it happen in a short amount of time. Having other people to rely on made everything so much easier.
In the midst of all that, we’d had our second sonogram appointment. The baby was healthy and growing.
I met Slash at the dessert table. The cake was a true masterpiece if I did say so myself. It was a three-tier tilted cake, and Brielle had painted it with gold metallic accents.
“Wicked cake!” Silas called out.
Mia looked at Boxer. “Wicked? Really?”
“I didn’t teach him that,” Boxer said.
“That was me,” Slash stated. “Now how the hell does one cut this kind of cake?”
“I’ll do it,” I said.
Twenty minutes later, everyone was happily eating their cake—and Slash was on his second piece.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I said to Slash. He tried to feed me a bite of cake, but I shook my head.
“You already had a surprise for me this morning,” he said, his gaze dragging down my body.
I grinned, remembering Slash finding me in the bathroom doing my makeup while I was wearing nothing but stockings and a garter belt. That had been a fun quickie. Or Slash’s version of a quickie, which lasted much longer.
“What are you grinning about?” he demanded.
“Just thinking about how you don’t know how to have a quickie.”
“We can practice.” His voice had gotten husky and he stepped closer.
“Later,” I promised. I placed a hand on his chest. “I want to give you a present.” I looked around him and called out, “Cam!”
Darcy and Gray’s oldest stopped playing with his soccer ball and looked at me.
“Bat time!”
Cam grinned and ran to the house.
“Bat time?” Slash asked in confusion. “Are we playing baseball?”
“Nope.” I smiled. “Duke!”
The biker was standing with Willa, but he looked at me. “Now?”
“Now.”
Duke put his fingers into his mouth and whistled. “Hey! Everyone! It’s piñata time!”
The wedding guests—which were only the Blue Angels and Brielle’s family—headed in the direction of the large oak tree on the far side of the property where a unicorn piñata hung from a branch.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” Slash said in confusion.
Cam handed him the bat. “You hit the piñata and fun stuff comes out.”
“I know what a piñata is,” Slash muttered. “But don’t you have these things at birthday parties?”
