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I raise my hands. “Mother present! Stop that line of talk right now, please.”
Bayou chuckles as Novah turns in his grip, sliding her hands up around his neck. “You better do all the things you want to me when I get back from the bunker because these babies are going to change everything for us when they arrive.”
I smirk and let out a small laugh.
Bayou curls up his nose. “Dammit! They’re not even here, and they’re already ruling the roost. I swear these kids are gonna have me eating out of the palm of their tiny little hands.”
Novah smiles, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. “That’s because you’re a teddy bear deep down.”
I tilt my head as he groans in disapproval. “You know she’s right, darling.”
“You two are the worst. I’m going to be a strong, tough, and manly father, not this pussy shit like Hurricane is with Immy.”
Novah and I smile like we both know that’s not going to be the case. Novah gently pats his shoulder.
I nod my head. “Okay, darling. Whatever you say,” I reply.
He groans as Hurricane steps up, baby Immy in his hands as he cuddles and coos at her.
“See! I’m not gonna be like him,” Bayou grumbles, kisses Novah, then turns, walking off.
Hurricane raises his brow as he hoists Immy onto his hip. “What was that about?”
Novah leans in, caressing Immy’s cheek. “He thinks you’re a big, soft, mushy teddy bear with Imogen. He says he’s not going to be like that with the twins. We think he’s kidding himself. He’s an even bigger softy than you are, isn’t he, little Immy?” Novah coos, and she giggles in return.
Hurricane chuckles, dipping his head. “Oh yeah, Bayou is gonna be one ofthose fathers, runnin’ around wearin’ a damn tutu and makeup for fun to keep his kids happy.”
Novah smiles. “Who says we’re having a girl?”
Hurricane shrugs. “Have a feelin’.”
I turn to Novah. “Why won’t you tell us what you’re having?”
She grins in excitement. “Because I want it to be a surprise when they’re born.”
“But you and Bayou know, so how is it a surprise?” Hurricane grunts.
“No, we wanty’allto be surprised.”
Hurricane rolls his eyes. “That’s just stupid. How are we supposed to buy them the right shit if we don’t know what they are?”
Novah frowns, and I punch Hurricane in the arm. “Give her a break. It’s her babies. It’s her choice whether she tells us or not.”
Novah smiles. “Thank you, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, darling.”
Hurricane places a kiss on Immy’s head. “All right, you ladies better get goin’. The Baroness’ men are gonna take you to the bunker. I need y’all to leave your cells so Anton can’t trace them, but I’ve given Kaia a burner, just in case. But only use it in an emergency. I need y’all to stay dark.”
I nod in understanding, though I can’t help feeling anxious about all this. “Hurricane, how long do we expect to stay in this bunker?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know, Ingrid… we have some club business we gotta deal with. The boys and I need to get on the same page about some shit before we can settle the score with the Bratva. If we’re not united, it’s never gonna work.”
Anxiety rolls through me like a tornado.
I have surgery coming up.
I can’t be out of action for a long period of time.
