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Weallgrin,andI breathe a sigh of relief. Honestly, before Tamara, the thought of kids made me wanna run a million miles, but now I want to say fuck yes. Like the rest of the guys, Tamara has managed to crack me open like a damn easter egg, before her I would fuck and drink but now, I can’t imagine being with anyone else. It’s unbelievable how we have all fallen for the same woman; never in my wildest dreams did I imagine sharing a woman with my brothers, and yet, somehow, we have managed to make it work so far.
“Hell yes, I know I want kids,” Slade sounds like an excited kid on Christmas morning as he breaks the silence and is the first one of us to speak.
“Personally, I’d love a mini you, baby girl,” Jace says as he walks towards her, Noah close behind him; she blushes bright red under their gaze as they watch her closely. The door opens, and Spider strolls into the room, a couple of prospects close behind him.
“Midwife says Talia and the baby can go home in a couple of hours,” he says as he flops down onto an empty seat; my friend looks exhausted, and as much as I would love kids, the thought of seeing Tamara in that much pain would kill me, someone would have to knock me on my ass to stop me losing my shit. Tamara stands and goes to leave the room, Slade following behind her, which I’m thankful for; despite the fact we have taken care of Aiden and Thomas, there are still people out there who could come for her.
“You doing okay, brother?” I ask Spider, who currently has his eyes closed; he nods his head but doesn’t answer straight away.
“Man, I thought the staff were going to have to sedate me through that shit; seeing Talia in that much fucking pain almost took me out. But, seeing our princess at the end of it made the whole thing worthwhile; she’s going to be the most loved and protected little girl in the damned compound,” he states with a chuckle, and he’s right because she’s the first child born within the inner circle so she’s going to have plenty of uncles looking out for her.
“Everything good, pres?” he asks me.
“All good,” I reply as Jace and Noah start pacing the floor; Spider busts out laughing, tears running down his face, and we all look at him, puzzled.
“She’s been gone ten minutes, and you guys can’t cope; it’s just funny to see this side of you all. Since Tamara arrived, you guys tried keeping her at arm’s length, but I can see she’s won every single one of you over; she’s a good person, and you fuckers better treat her right,” he says with a grin.
“Hey,” the twins object at the same time, “we will have you know; we can be gentlemen when we wanna be,” Jace states as he finally stops pacing, but only because the door has opened and our girl walks in.
“Talia says you guys can take me home, but I wanna stop and get some bits for her and the baby first,” she says as she walks into my arms. Tucking her head under my chin, she relaxes into me.
“You heard baby girl, pres. Let’s get out of here before she ends up knocking out midwives,” Jace chuckles as Tamara lifts her head and glares at him before flipping him the finger.
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We return to the compound an hour later, arms laden with bags containing all sorts of baby stuff. Our girl bought everything from baby banners to baby clothes; she was in her absolute element in the shop, and even the twins helped her pick the most gorgeous pink dress and cardigan for Spider and Talia’s little girl. Frankie comes out and helps us to bring everything into the clubhouse, where the two girls and some of the club girls start decorating, getting everything ready for Spider and Talia coming home with the baby.
“You guys just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help put up some banners,” Tamara says with a little bit of sass; Noah smacks her on the ass.
“Stop being bossy, gorgeous,” he says as he grabs a banner from the bag and starts hanging it; Frankie chuckles while Tamara’s face goes bright red. She turns and goes back to setting everything up. Thirty minutes later and, the clubhouse now looks like a unicorn threw up; there are pink glittery balloons and banners on the walls, there is a little station set up with some gifts already on it. My phone rings in my pocket; pulling it out, I spot Spider's name flashing across the screen.
“We are at the gate; prospects won’t open the damn thing,” he says, his tone pissed off.
“I got it,” I state as I hang up and head outside, “you fuckers open the gate,” I yell at the two prospects who are standing with their thumbs up their asses; those two are going to be on clean up duty for a fucking month. Spider’s car comes through the gate; I wait until he parks, and then I walk over to help Talia get out.
Spider opens the back passenger door and brings out the baby in her car seat; she looks so cosy in her cute little sleep suit. I wrap my arms around Talia and lead her towards the clubhouse.
“I thought we were going home,” she grumbles.
“Sorry, little T, not yet,”, I say as I open the door and lead her inside.
“Surprise,” Tamara and the girls all yell; Talia yelps and then bursts into tears. “Oh shit, Talia, I’m sorry, I just wanted to do something nice for you and Spider,” Tamara says as she rushes over and wraps her friend in a hug.
“It’s okay,” Talia sniffles, “these are happy tears, I promise,” she says as she looks around the room. “I can’t believe you did this for us,” she says as she hugs Tamara again.
“I had some help,” Tamara says as the two of them walk over and sit; Spider walks in and is instantly swarmed with people who want to look at the new addition. He approaches Tamara and Talia, placing the car seat in the space between the two women.
“Did you tell them yet?” Spider asks his wife, who shakes her head.
“Tell us what?” Tamara says as Spider sits opposite them.
“We chose a name for her,” Talia says. We all wait for her to continue.
“Everyone meet Freya,” Talia says. Tamara unclips the car seat and takes Freya into her arms.
“Hello Freya, it’s very nice to meet you.” Tears run down our girl's face, “she’s perfect, Talia.” Music starts to play as the guys grab drinks from the bar; I sit with our girl, watching the way she’s holding the precious bundle in her arms. I snap a picture of the two of them; Tamara looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Saving the memory,” I tell her as the guys return to the table. Tamara holds little Freya in her arms until she begins to fuss.
