“Tommy, the cake is left in the back of the SUV. Can you grab it?” Shy asks him, pulling out several different kinds of vegetables from one of the bags.
I may have been craving vegetables and salads on top of grilled cheese and chocolate shakes. Whenever anyone says anything, I joke that each baby has a preference and they let me know what to eat. I’m honestly surprised with the amount of milkshakes I’m not heavier than I currently am. All of my weight is in my belly and my ass. Killer doesn’t complain though so I’m not going to think about it.
“How are you feeling today?” Kim asks me, placing a kiss on my cheek while rubbing my belly.
“Okay. I’m just tired. I seem to get tired more than normal these days,” I inform her honestly.
“You’re cooking two babies in there,” Sam says, walking up next to me and resting her hand on my belly. “Let’s get this food ready so you can get off your feet. I don’t want to deal with an angry Killer today.”
We all laugh, but the reality is she’s not wrong. Killer gets mad when I try to do much of anything. If he thinks I’m overdoing it, whoever I’m with gets his anger directed at them for not making me rest or sit down. While I’m with him, he barely lets me do a damn thing for myself. He’s overbearing and taking this whole protection thing to new levels I don’t ever want to see from him again. I’ve even blown up at him a time or two.
Stryker is just as bad as Killer. If my man isn’t around and he is, Stryker takes on the protective friend and brother role to an all time high. Before the end of my pregnancy, I may end up smothering both of them. However, they just want to make sure I’m okay and the babies are doing good too.
The main thing I like is the sex. That’s the one main thing he gives into me on. Especially when he knows I’m mad at him. Killer is gentle with me when we have sex and holds himself back, but he never turns me down. Unless he’s late for work or has church. There may have been a time or two he was supposed to head out with the guys to look for Neil and was late to meet them. I fully blame him.
We’ve got all the food prepared and spread out over three different tables. I have bottled water in my hand as I make my way to the rocking chair once more. The guys should be here in a few minutes. We’re using Killer and Stryker’s bikes for part of the gender reveal today so they’re around here somewhere. Tommy helped me get them ready much to the chagrin of my man and one of my best friends. No one touches their bikes but them. Their friendship with Tommy is the only reason he was allowed to fix whatever he had to so when they rev their engines blue or pink smoke will filter out of their pipes.
I’m sitting talking to my sister when the guys begin to filter through the door. Killer makes a beeline for me while the rest of them sidle up to the bar and grab beer or shots so we can head outside. My husband has a shit eating grin on his face which tells me he’s up to something. I’m just not sure what it is.
“Hey, babe,” I say, leaning up for his kiss. “Where have you been?”
“Out and about. Had to take care of somethin’ with Stryker this mornin’,” he informs me evasively.
“Well, are you ready to find out what our babies are?” I question him, trying to suppress the smile wanting to break out on my face.
“Absolutely, Sparrow.”
Killer helps me up from the rocking chair and leads me outside. Stryker is already sitting on his bike which is now parked next to Killer’s front and center of the parking lot. I walk with my husband to his bike and move to the front of them so I can take pictures and see the looks on everyone’s faces. Some of the members and ol’ ladies may have bets going on as to what we’re having. I know exactly which ones are going to lose and have been laughing about it for days.
“On the count of three,” I yell out over the murmured excitement.