Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5) (10 page)

“Ugh.” Ciara grins.

I roll my eyes and laugh, sitting down beside Addi on the couch.

“How are you feeling?”

She smiles. “Really good. I am sick in the mornings again, that’s a good thing, I hear.”

I rub her belly. “Little miracle baby.”

“Damn right he is.” Cade grins, shoving a ball onto the tree and grunting at it when it won’t go on.

“He...it might be a she,” I point out.

He shakes his head. “Nah, strong male genes right here. Goin’ to be a he.”

“And if it’s not,” Addi challenges.

“Then I’ll spoil the living shit out of her, and kill any fucker who comes near her.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jackson says from behind us. “Granddad will be in on that.”

Addi rolls her eyes. “I have no hope.”

I giggle. “None at all.”

Muff walks over to me, leaning down and handing me a beer. “What about you, Jaybird? Goin’ to pop me out one soon?”

I lean back and look up at him. “Depends.”

“On?”

“Whether or not they’re going to have gorgeous red hair and blue eyes.”

“Don’t know where you’ll find a man for that,” he teases.

“Nah.” I laugh. “Me either!”

“So, who’s ready for Christmas tomorrow?” Serenity says, lifting Ebony into her arms and swinging her around.

“I am. Santa is bringing me a Barbie.”

“Is he now?” She grins. “I guess you better be a good girl, then.”

“Ain’t she always?” Muff laughs.

“Of course.” I chuckle.

Always.

Chapter 12

Stockings!

Janine

“A Barbie, a Barbie!” Ebony cries, tossing the wrapping paper aside and squealing with delight.

“There’s somethin’ real special about seein’ kids at Christmas.” Jackson grins, sipping on his coffee.

“Fuck yeah.” Spike laughs, watching Danny rip into his present.

Ava drools on her wrapping paper, completely fascinated by it. I smile at the little girl.

It’s just perfect.

Exactly how it’s meant to be.

“What’d ya get there, Danny boy?” Cade says to his nephew.

“Truck.” Danny grins, lifting a red toy truck into the air.

“Oh yeah!” Jackson claps.

“Surprised it ain’t a bike.” Cade grins towards Spike.

“That’s what Uncle Muff is for,” Muff says, handing Danny a present. It contains a toy motorbike. I smile, and tuck myself into Muff’s side.

“So original, you are.” I beam.

“You know me,” he grins, looking down at me, “always thinking outside the square.”

“Bikes mean family,” Jackson says, smiling at Danny. “You always got family here, boy.”

“Aw, shit, Daddy,” Addison groans. “Don’t make me cry.”

Jackson winks at her, and we all sit and watch the kids unwrap the presents. Seeing the joy on their faces makes it all worthwhile for us. Christmas isn’t about presents; it’s about giving and sharing.

It’s about family.

And while this isn’t perfect, it’s our family, and together, we’re unbreakable.

Perfection can only be seen if we choose to see it.

And perfection can be found in the oddest of places.

Even in a biker’s heart.

Epilogue!

How a happily ever after should go!

Seven months later.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, leaning down and stroking the soft dark locks of Addison and Cade’s little girl.

“Isn’t she divine?” Addi smiles, her eyes filling with tears.

“Oh Addi, she’s perfect, like an angel.”

Cade walks into the room followed by Spike, and the two of them stop and smile at Addison cradling her gorgeous daughter.

“Did you pick a name?” I whisper, stroking the little girl’s perfect cheeks.

“We’re calling her Skye, after Cade’s grandmother.”

“That’s gorgeous, and it suits her.” I beam.

Cade walks over and lifts the tiny bundle from Addi’s arms. I watch with a warmth in my heart as he presses Skye’s face to his, breathing her in. He looks huge compared to her, and so scary in all his colors, yet seeing his expression when he looks down at his daughter is truly mind-blowing. It’s filled with love, and admiration, and pride. He lifts his eyes to Addison, and there I see his complete heart. She is his heart; it’s written all over his face.

I reach down, and stroke my rounding belly. Very soon that will be Muff and I.

We’re expecting our first baby in three months’ time.

Addi smiles over at me, and her eyes glimmer with pride. “Want a cuddle?”

“Oh, soon.” I smile, watching Cade.

Spike is standing at the door, his eyes soft. He watches the little girl in Cade’s arms, and he has a lazy half-smile on his face.

“You two did a damn fine job.” He grins. “She’s pretty good!”

“My best work yet.” Cade laughs softly. “Hardest, too.”

“Hey.” Addi giggles, slapping his thigh. “The hard work hasn’t started yet.”

“No.” He smiles down at his daughter. “But I’ll be ready for it.”

I have no doubt he will.

~*~*~*~

Another Three Months Later

“M
uff,” I cry, gripping my stomach and crunching over.

“You’re doin’ real well baby, real well,” he says, rubbing tiny circles into my back.

“It hurts,” I whimper, lifting the gas and pressing it to my lips, inhaling.

“You’re nearly there,” the midwife says, encouraging me. “Keep pushing.”

“I...oh....please, get it out,” I wail as another contraction rips through my body.

“Come on, you’re doing good. Push, Janine,” the nurse keeps encouraging.

“Come on baby, you got this,” Muff says, stroking my back again.

I close my eyes and I push, and I push, until I hear the words I’ve been dying to hear. “We have a head.”

It’s so close, so close, and I get to meet my baby. It’s what spurs me on; it’s what gives me the strength to take another deep breath and push again. I give it everything I’ve got, and when I hear that crackly little cry, I know I’ve done it. I slump backward, sobbing with relief as I hear those three beautiful words. “It’s a boy.”

A boy.

A baby Muff.

I smile through my haze, and lift my blurry eyes to see Muff staring at the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms. His mouth is open, his eyes are wide and filled with tears, and his chest is rising and falling with deep shaky breaths. He walks over slowly, leaning down to stroke a finger across our baby’s head.

“He’s...he’s got red hair,” he chokes.

I laugh hoarsely, and meet his gaze when he turns to me.

“He’s...fuckin’ perfect.”

The nurse gives him a shocked look, but my heart simply melts. In Muff’s world, that means there’s nothing better. When the nurse walks over and places him in my arms, I feel my eyes well with tears. Muff is right; he’s fucking perfect. He’s got locks and locks of thick red hair, and his skin is creamy and soft. His eyes are still the dark blue all babies’ eyes are, but I bet they’re going to be just like Muff’s. He’s divine. I feel a tear slide down my cheek as I stroke my son’s face.

“He’s perfect,” I rasp.

“He’s ours,” Muff whispers. “All ours, baby.”

“W...w...what will we call him?”

Muff lifts his eyes to meet mine. “He looks like a Max to me.”

I smile, stroking my son’s red hair. “Max it is.”

“Welcome to the world, little buddy.”

I look at my son, and my man, and I know one thing in that very moment.

Life isn’t always perfect, and sometimes it takes us on paths we don’t understand.

But there’s always a reason.

Everything has a reason.

And the thing I’ve learned in the last year of my life is that Muff is my reason.

It’s as simple as that.

The End.

I know you’re all going to miss these boys; so will I. I’ve put a lot of time and love into my MC boys, and finishing up their series has been hard, but I have so many other things to work on. I hope you enjoyed this little novella, and I hope you will all continue to share and love my boys the way I do.

Here’s hoping y’all have a mighty fine and safe Christmas, and here’s a load of big hugs from the MC Sinners—and oh, of course, me...

Bella Jewel x

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