SIOBHAN

I’m a week from my scheduled C-section when Dad walks me down the grassy aisle to where Indigo stands under a green tarp. Caveman officiates our wedding. Natasha and Hunter act as my bridesmaids while Carys bullies her way into the maid of honor slot.

Indigo’s face is still bruised, but his eye is no longer swollen. He looks handsome in a new black T-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. Like the other men, he wears his Backcountry Kings vest.

I’m in a simple white boho-style summer dress. My hair is up in a high ponytail. My three girls wear pale blue dresses and bouncy ponytails. Glen is in a pale blue T-shirt and denim jeans. Mom got him a little Backcountry Kings vest. I catch him frequently stroking the seam and grinning shyly at how he matches Indigo.

The reception is fun and relaxed. The kids enjoy water slides and a giant fan keeps me from overheating in the summer afternoon. I’m tuckered out before the sun sets. Resting in a chair with my feet up, I feel like a woman about to drop a baby out of her clam. Indigo talks up the other guys, throws the ball around with Glen, Hicks, and Hudson, and shares a moment with a gloating Caveman.

Finally, he settles in the chair next to mine and stays put. I smile at how content he seems today.

“I’m glad we did this,” I tell Indigo when he leans over and kisses my throat. “Caveman got his way on the wedding, so let’s tell everyone Zoot suggested Lorcan’s name.”

“Caveman will be pissed.”

“What can he do?” I say and take Indigo’s hand while he nuzzles my temple. “I’m his adorable niece.”

I wave at Caveman who narrows his eyes as if my friendliness is a suspicious thing.

“Are you nervous about the surgery?” Indigo asks.

“Not really. I want to hold my baby and see how much hair he has.”

Indigo’s still working through his worries about the surgery. We’ve already talked about the steps involved and what he should expect. A plan is in place for the kids to stay at the farm while I’m in the hospital. Mom and Dad will bunk at my house for the first two weeks after I get home. Carys and Pork Chop will move their kids into the main farmhouse to watch over the foster boys. Everyone is ready. Nothing is left to chance.

Our honeymoon is spent at a Kovak Syndicate-run hotel to ensure we’re secure. Though things are settling down in Banta City, the media would still want to talk to Indigo if they spotted him in public.

At the hotel, we stick to our royal suite with a big bathtub, gorgeous views, various comfortable locations for marital relations, and decadent room service.

On the second night, I talk Indigo into submitting to my blowjob fantasy. When he looks very concerned while I suck his cock, I choose to pop him free from my wet lips and ask to be fucked. Indigo is clearly relieved by my request.

We watch movies, play cards, and nap a lot. Indigo still takes pain medicine for his bruised ribs while I’m tired from fucking so much.

“This is the best honeymoon ever,” I tell Indigo as we squeeze into the giant tub on our last night.

“After Lorcan is born and we’re settled,” I say, running my finger over one of his scars from last summer’s attack, “we should put feelers out for a new house.”

Indigo looks horrified yet says nothing, so I continue, “I feel like the house won’t fit us in the future. Glen and Nora can’t bunk in the same room for much longer. One day, we’ll have four teenagers who want space to spread out. The dogs could also use a bigger yard. I think we should get a two-story with a larger lot.”

“I don’t know.”

“I want to stay in our neighborhood and keep the kids in their school. Houses don’t come on the market often where we live. Let’s just get a realtor to keep an eye out. It might take years. Hell, the kids could be in college by the time we find the right house, but I think it’s the right move.”

Indigo wears the same unhappy expression as when I gave him a blowjob.

“It’ll be fine, baby,” I promise and stroke his bearded jaw. “We’ll find a place we both picked. Your name will be on the title.”

Indigo instantly smiles at that idea. For an outlaw biker, my man really loves legal documents with his name on them.

Soon, our son’s birth certificate is added to the pile of paperwork Indigo craves. Lorcan is born healthy and medium-sized. That last part is a big deal since Bear worried Olívie was too big, and Tack worried Lotus was too small. Baby Lorcan proves to be the right size.

We return home with Lorcan on a Wednesday. My parents bring the four kids the next day. The twins are amazed by their little brother, wanting to touch his wispy brown hair and help with bottles and diapers. Glen and Nora take a bit longer to warm up to the baby. Like Indigo, they don’t crave change.

I encourage them to help me with the baby. Mom gets Nora involved with cooking dinner. Dad and Indigo take Glen on the dog walks. We rally as a family, so everyone feels safe and loved.

“Caveman saved me,” Indigo tells me one night while we watch the oldest four kids chasing my dad around the backyard. “Dot was nice, too. The family I stayed with after my mom died was kind. When I came to the farm, Aunt Fred made me feel loved. But I still missed my mom and brother so much that I felt like I was dying sometimes. I worry Glen and Nora will hurt that way, too.”

“We’ll do our best,” I say and wrap my arms around him. “Though you’ll always feel the loss of your mom and Bubby, you have a good life. With Glen and Nora, we’ll help them feel happy while never forgetting why they might feel sad.”

Indigo rewards my words with a sexy smile and lingering kiss. He glances down at our son in his arms. Lorcan’s dark hair is crazy wild after the twins decided to make him look like Einstein.

“Glen and Nora will struggle in a new school,” I explain. “They’re likely behind, so we’ll hire tutors. If they’re bullied, we’ll locate the mean kids’ parents and set them on fire. In the end, Nora and Glen will adjust just like the twins did when they wanted to share a class.”

“I would set someone on fire for my kids.”

“I know, baby,” I say and kiss him softly. “I wasn’t exaggerating. When a few girls jumped Carys in elementary school, my dad and uncle blew up their houses. So many gas leaks happened to Carys’s enemies over the years.”

We chuckle at how my sister’s big mouth gets her into trouble. I look at my son, wondering what kind of kid he’ll be when he does more than sleep, eat, and poop. I hope he’s a quiet child similar to Indigo. Of course, he claims he wants our son to be a fun kid like me.

In an ideal world, we’ll both get what we want.