Page 72 of Every Little Thing
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open, her face the picture of innocence as she turns back to me. “What? I'm not allowed to bust his balls a little bit?”
I roll my eyes again as Wyatt shakes his head and Eden turns to look at all the people staring at her.
“Uh, you gonna introduce me to everyone?”
The doorbell rings and as Wyatt goes to answer it, I introduce her to all of the guys and their wives before doing the same when Lillian walks in. By the time I'm finished, the last group is walking through the door.
“Everyone, this is my wife, Piper,” he says as he returns to my side and takes my hand. “Pip, this is Blaze, our president, Smith and his wife, Quinn, Henn and his wife, Kady, and this asshole is Streak.”
Streak flashes a grin at me. “Don't believe anything these fuckers say about me.”
“It’s all true,” Wyatt whispers in my ear and Streak pins him with a glare as he laughs. Everyone stares at Wyatt with confused looks on their faces.
“Jesus Christ, dude,” Smith says, shaking his head before he motions to me. “You’re like a whole new man with this one around.”
I arch a brow. “Oh?”
“Oh, yeah,” Streak says, nodding as he walks forward and throws his arm over my shoulders. “He was one moody son of a bitch without you.”
“Get your arm off of my wife,” Wyatt growls, venom in his tone and I turn to him with wide eyes as Streak pulls his arm off my shoulders and groans.
“Oh my God, I’m so fucking sick of all the couples. We need to get some fresh blood up in this club, people that aren’t already shacked up.”
Blaze scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, we’ll put it to a vote the next time we have church.”
“Perfect. Now, let’s start grillin’. I’m fucking starving.”
“Actually,” Kodiak says and everyone turns to him. “We have somethin’ to tell y’all.”
They share that look again and this time, I smile with them since I’m lucky enough to be in on the secret. Tate turns to the guys, flashing them a wide smile.
“I’m pregnant!”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Streak groans before anyone can say anything else, scrubbing his hands down his face. “Why don’t we just start a goddamn daycare at this point?”
“Hey, that’s a good idea,” Storm says with a gleam in his eyes and Ali nods, grinning as Streak continues throwing his little temper tantrum. Blaze nods.
“We’ll vote on that at church, too.”
Streak groans loudly, rolling his eyes. “Is there any beer in this fucking place? I can’t take much more of this shit.”
Everyone laughs as he trudges into the kitchen to search for liquor and I look around at the rest of the group, an unfamiliar feeling settling into my chest as they all turn to congratulate Kodiak and Tate. I know I just met most of them but as I look at their faces, I can’t help but think that for the first time in a long time, I truly have a home and a family.
