Page 107 of Cal
“Prez,” Tag greeted me with a chin lift. “I can call you that for a few more hours, yeah?” he asked with a raised brow.
I chuckled. “Yeah.”
Jill reached over, scooping Harper out of Laurie’s arms while Tag continued to wrangle Talon.
“Do you feed these kids straight sugar for breakfast or what?” I demanded, watching as Tag threw Talon over his shoulder, making him squeal with delight.
Laurie groaned. “I know, they’re crazy. Which is why this one”—she narrowed her eyes at Tag—“isn’t getting another one.”
Jill smothered a grin. It was an argument we were well accustomed to by now.
Tag put Talon down, who immediately raced off to find mischief to get into, and grabbed his wife around the waist. “Aw, baby. You’re so gorgeous with your belly all round. And don’t you remember how good they smelled when they were babies?” he murmured into her ear. “Just one more,” he coaxed, dropping a kiss to her neck.
He never cared if he had an audience when it came to Laurie.
She blushed. “Maybe,” she replied, trying to sound firm despite her indecision.
No doubt he’d be winning that argument. I figured the more kids the better. Our club had grown exponentially over the years. I’d watched men I respected, men I’d fought alongside, become fathers and husbands. I’d watched them be the kind of standup men I’d always known them to be.
I was proud as hell of what we’d built and I was ready to watch my son make the club even better.
My gaze turned to my gorgeous wife, watching as she cradled Harper all while putting breakfast together for our kids, multitasking as usual.
She caught my eye and grinned, her gorgeous smile making my heart expand in my chest as it always did.
It was time to start a different kind of journey. Any change I made, any new adventure, didn’t faze me. I had a hell of a woman by my side—and it’d be a hell of a ride.
~The End~
