Chapter 3

Scrambling off thebed, I stand there naked, gaping at the door. “He did not just fucking do that,” I growl.

Axel gives me one of those smirks that has me wanting to smack him, fuck him, or both. “You surprised? That man seems to be more excited for your sister to give birth than her own lovers are.”

“We gotta do something about that,” Dean sighs. “It’s getting out of control.”

“You think?” I huff, crossing my arms. It pushes my tits up, and both of their gazes narrow in on my stiff peaks.

Rolling my eyes, I start to gather up my clothes, bending over and putting my full ass and pussy on display for them.

“Fucking hell,” Axel growls. “How much longer do we have to use condoms?”

“What?” My brows furrow as I reach for my pants, shooting him a look over my shoulder.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look with cum dripping down your thighs? Would be better if it was fucking mine though,” he huffs.

Biting my lower lip, I grab my things and duck into the bathroom. After quickly cleaning up and getting dressed, I join them.

“Come on,” I tell him. “I’m going to lose my shit if I miss the birth of my little man.”

Dean and Axel walk with me until we reach the nurses’ desk. I give them each a quick kiss before heading toward my sister’s room.

“Set her up in room 208,” the lovely nurse who pissed me off before says to another nurse. I look over to see them standing next to a couple, the woman in a wheelchair.

I stop and smirk. “Ah, yeah, I think 208 is out of service.” I laugh.

“What?” the nurse asks. “It shouldn’t be. It was just cleaned.”

“Yeah, well, it’s going to need to be cleaned again.” I wink and then lean in to loudly whisper, “My man and I did a little bit of our own baby-making in there, if you know what I mean.”

I cackle at her horrified look and continue on my way to my sister”s room. Excitement fills me when I hear Tyson encouraging Emmy to push.

“Looks like I’m just in time,” I cheer as I enter the room. My brows shoot up as I see my sister in a position I didn’t think I’d ever see. Her knees are up to her ears, Oliver and Tyson on either side of her. Her face is red as she grunts, pushing with everything she has. And her whole damn vagina is on display. My eyes snap up, and I look away.

“Come, sit,” Neo’s voice has me looking over to see him sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, in direct view of Emmy’s downstairs area.

This man.I’ve seen him gut people like a fish, lick someone else’s blood from my body, cut off fingers and toes, and ride a fucking giraffe. But this, this has me fucking surprised.

“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.” I gape at him. This fucker is sitting there, with a bag of fucking popcorn, eyes zeroed in on my damn sister”s pussy like he’s watching the most exciting movie.

“Want some?” he asks me, not even looking away as he holds up the bag of popcorn.

“Low, I love you—and I might get stabbed for this—but get him the fuck out of here,” Tyson demands in a low, dangerous tone.

To me, he’s like a damn teddy bear. I don’t fear him. Hell, I don’t fear anyone. But Tyson Kingston is one scary motherfucker. He’s the president of the Phantom Reapers, and his brother, Oliver, is the vice president. I’ve seen him beat people to a bloody pulp. That’s the look he has in his eyes right now.

He’s pissed. Rightfully so, because as much as I love my sexy serial killer, he has been a bit over the top since we arrived. And seeing how there’s no way Tyson could win against Neo, and I don’t want to see my bestie get hurt, I swing my glare over to my pet.

“Out. Now,” I command firmly, pointing toward the door.

He blinks at me, his face falling like I kicked his damn dog. “But... but the baby!”

“You can see him when he’s born. Let’s go.”

“This is bullshit,” he mutters, rising to his feet. He looks over at Emmy one last time, and his whole face lights up. “Oh my God! I can see his head!”

“Get out!” my sister bellows, sounding like a demon from the pits of Hell.

“Damn, she’s mean,” Neo mutters but turns around and sulks his way out of the room.

“Baby, I love you. I really fucking do. But you gotta dial it back a bit.”

“No,” he grumbles, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth as he leans against the wall.

“Excuse me?” My brow raises in surprise.

“Until I’ve filled you with my baby, I need to get my baby fix somewhere else.” He shrugs.

Sighing, I shake my head, knowing that this isn’t an argument I’ll win easily. “I swear, Neo, if you kidnap that damn baby like you do Melody, I’ll let Tyson get one free shot on you.”

He gives me a wicked grin. “It would be worth it.”

***

AFTER A HALF HOUR OFpushing, Emmy welcomes a beautiful baby boy into the world. Karson Kingston was born six pounds, seven ounces at 6:46 PM. He came out screaming with a full head of jet-black hair.

My heart squeezed with love and a little bit of envy.

I never thought I wanted kids until I met Rosie. And even after that, the idea of settling down and popping out babies wasn’t something I was interested in. But since my life has slowed way down, I’ve been entertaining the idea more. It’s why I haven’t protested the notion of Neo knocking me up. If it was meant to happen, then it would.

“He’s perfect,” Emmy coos, a sleepy smile on her face as she watches her lovers fuss over their baby boy.

“He is.” I snuggle in closer to my sister, and she puts her head on my shoulder. “You did amazing, baby sis.”

“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Oh yeah, you could.” I chuckle. “We’re a force to be reckoned with, you and I. If we can survive what we have in our lives, then giving birth is easy-peasy.”

It’s Emmy’s turn to laugh. “You say that now. But just wait until you’re pushing a watermelon-sized tiny person out of your vagina.” We watch as Neo stands close to Charlie and the guys, trying to get a look at the baby.

“Would you back off,” Charlie snaps, and Neo glares at her. I bite my lower lip, trying not to laugh.

Who would have thought that the two of them would become the best of friends? Seriously, if Charlie weren’t gay, I’d have killed her by now for being so close with my man.

“If you would stop hogging my damn baby, I wouldn’t have to hover,” he snaps back.

“He’s not your baby!” Charlie hisses.

“Fuck you,” he growls.

“Not if your life depended on it.” Charlie glares back.

“I swear the two of them love each other.” Emmy laughs.

“Neo needs someone to put him in his place.” I grin.

“What about you?”

“Nah, he just gets turned on and begs me to make it hurt.” We burst into giggles.

“When are you going to give that poor man a baby of his own?” she asks me. Her eyes are tired, but for a woman who’s been in labor for almost twenty-four hours, she looks stunning.

A wave of nervousness takes over my body, and I wonder if I should say anything. I’ve been sitting on this thought for days now, wondering but too afraid to find out the truth.

I lower my voice so only she can hear. “I think that might come sooner than we think.”

Her eyes widen, and she gives me an excited smile. “Really? Did you take a test?”

I shake my head. “Not yet. Been too much of a pussy to find out,” I sigh, leaning my head back against the pillow.

This past week, I’ve been waking up feeling a little bit odd in the morning. No obvious morning sickness, but I know my body. Something is different. At first, I thought it might have been the flu, something Rosie brought home from school. But when it only lasted an hour and went away, only to come back the next day, I wasn’t stupid.

My periods have never been regular, so it’s not uncommon for me to be a few weeks late, or miss months at a time due to the birth control I was on.

But since I’ve been off it, they’ve slowly started to even out. This is the first time in three months I’ve been late.

And if Neo didn’t have sex on the brain all the time, I know he would have noticed. Although he’s the only one who fucks me during that time of the month, kinky fucker always cums harder when his cock is covered in blood.

Hey, who am I to judge? I cum hard, too, when I’m covered in blood, only it’s usually the blood of my enemies.

“You kill people for a living. How is peeing on a stick so scary?” she teases with amusement, but she knows what I mean. “It’s going to be okay. I know it’s life-changing, but Low, Melody saved my life. She’s my whole world. And now so is Karson. I can’t explain it, but something inside me changed. I live for them, and I’ll die for them. They make my life better. And I know you know that feeling. You feel it with Rosie.”

I did. That little girl has changed my life for the better. I’d never loved until I met her. She’s opened my heart and mind to so many things when all I knew was heartache and pain.

“It’s a big change,” I tell her. “Rosie was already four when I met her. And while I did take on the role of her mother, I didn’t do the late nights, diaper changes, and all the hard things that come with parenting.”

“No. And while all that might be hard, it’s worth it to see their first smile, to hear their first laugh, their first word. Cheer them on as they take their first step. I’d never pressure anyone to have kids. If it’s not something you want, that”s okay. But, Harlow, I think—no, I know—you”re going to be the best mom ever.”

I will not cry. I will not fucking cry. “You think?”

She smiles. “I know.”

“Mama!” an excited squeal fills the room as Cass brings a very excited Melody in. She’s grown up so fast, it’s crazy to think she’s going to be two soon.

She comes waddling in, her red curls bouncing with each step as she runs over to the bed.

“Hey, little monkey.” Ben chuckles, scooping her up. She giggles as Ben kisses her all over. “Wanna see Mama?”

“Mama!” Melody looks at Emmy like she hung the moon.

“Hi, my sweet baby.”

I get off the bed and give them some room as Ben carefully puts Melody down beside Emmy. Charlie brings the baby over, the guys following her as they all gather around the bed.

Moving to stand next to Neo, I watch as Melody gasps when she gets her first look at Karson. “Baby,” she squeals, her little green eyes lighting up.

“Wanna hold the baby?” Oliver asks her.

“Me, me!” she says, holding her arms out.

“Gotta be careful, okay,” Charlie tells her as she carefully puts Karson in Melody’s little arms, not actually letting go, but to give her the illusion she’s holding her baby brother.

“I want that,” Neo murmurs so softly I almost miss it. “I want what they have.”

My heart sinks, the sound of longing in his voice teetering on the edge of melancholy.

Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck.

I guess we’re doing this.