an offer on the house before coming back to us. We’re all hoping it doesn’t take that long to get everything done. He’s also going to sell off the cars and any collections my father had left at the house. Every dime will be put in an account for Kim and I to share. We’ll figure out what to do with it eventually. Right now, my only focus is getting through the next month or so of my pregnancy.
I’ve also discovered my bank account has expanded to the point I’m not sure I want to know where the money has come from. Fox and Killer have assured me the money is mine and I can do what I want with it. For some reason, I have a feeling this money has Neil’s name written all over it. There’s enough that I’ve talked to Killer about what I want to do with it, and there will still be plenty left over for our family.
We’ll be setting up trusts for the girls once I have them. They can use them for college or whatever else they want. There is going to be enough in each trust for their education, first home, and a car for each of them. Any other kids we’re blessed with will have the same thing as well. This also means I won’t have to work if I don’t want to. At this point, I believe I’ll work a few hours a day at the tattoo shop just so I’m out of the house and get some me time. Killer doesn’t have a problem with it. Plus, it gives my sister a few hours to spend with the girls. She was excited to be able to spend time with them.
Walking into the clubhouse, Tommy holds the door for me. He’ll be leaving right after our cookout today. While I don’t want him to go, I’m glad he’s taking this on his shoulders for us. It’s just one more way he’s trying to protect my sister and I.
“Gwen, how are you feeling today?” Sam asks me, pulling a stool out for me to sit in.
“Like I’m as big as a house,” I respond, as Tommy brings me everything I’ll need to make my shake. “What’s left to be done?”
“We only have to get the meat outside for the guys to put on the grills. The salads and desserts are already made. I’ve got rolls and potatoes cooking in here. There’s nothing for you to do except for relax,” Shy lets me know as she wraps an arm around my shoulders.
My back has been killing me today. I’ve been trying to clean but didn’t get much done because of the pain in my back. Killer doesn’t know because I know he’ll lose his shit and make me go to the doctor for no reason. He’s been up my ass since the doctor told me I could go into labor at any point in time now. It’s not uncommon for women with twins or higher to go into labor early. On top of everything I’ve been through over the last few months, hasn’t helped my pregnancy out at all. If Killer could’ve gotten it arranged, I’m sure he’d have me on bed rest from now until I deliver.
“Well, if there’s nothing for me to do, I’ll make my shake and head outside. If Killer doesn’t lay eyes on me soon he’s gonna freak out,” I say, knowing it’s not far from the truth of the situation.
It takes me a few minutes to get my milkshake made the way I want it before I head out of the kitchen and make my way out back. The women won’t let me carry anything out to the men. I swear they’re getting as bad as Killer and Stryker are. I can include Rich and Tommy in that category too. No one lets me do much of anything these days. It’s really grating on my nerves.
Opening the door, I make my way out to one of the lounge chairs and plop my ass down. Killer spots me and makes his way over. Dropping down next to me, he places his hand on my stomach and kisses me like no one’s watching. I get so caught up in our kiss that I almost drop my milkshake. That would be a tragedy!
“How are my girls doin’ today?” Killer asks, rubbing my belly as the girls kick up a storm.