men turn on their bikes, but don’t rev their engines as they normally do. Holding one hand in the air, I count down with my fingers from three to one. At the same time, Killer and Stryker rev their engines blowing pink smoke out into the air behind them. Killer’s face is turned to the back as he watches to see what we’re having. Stryker is half facing me while half facing the rear of his bike.
Cheering explodes around us. I see a round of money being exchanged between members and ol’ ladies. In the end, all of that money makes its way to Stryker though. I’ve been taking pictures on my phone the entire time. I do that a lot lately. Trying to capture every moment I can leading up to our babies’ arrival.
Killer walks up to me and wraps his arms around me. He lifts me off the ground and presses his lips to mine. Catcalls and clapping fill the air around us. Once I’m back on my feet, we all make our way inside. For the second gender reveal, it’s just releasing balloons from a box and confetti from a balloon hanging just to the side of the box. Killer and my sister will be doing this one. There is no way in hell I can’t include my sister in this somehow. She’s my rock when I can’t go to anyone else. Including Killer.
This time, Killer stands at the balloon since it’s higher and easier for him to reach while Kim takes her spot by the box filled with colored balloons. I stand in front of the group, trying to contain my laughter at what’s about to happen. Everyone is standing behind me after Tommy hands Killer his knife to pop the balloon. I really hope my sister and Killer don’t kill me for what’s about to happen.
We all yell out the countdown this time since the bikes aren’t involved and everyone can hear what’s going on. When we get to one, Killer pops the balloon while my sister pulls the string holding the box of balloons closed. Pink and blue balloons and confetti fill the air. I hear groans from the men while the ol’ ladies laugh at my sense of humor. Rich brings me over the poppers I also bought so I can hand them to my husband and sister.
“I’m sorry guys. I had to do this,” I explain to them with a smile on my face.
Yeah, I got pictures of the confusion on their faces. These ones will definitely be printed and hung somewhere or placed on a shelf somewhere I can always look at them.
“Gwen, I’m gonna get you for this,” Kim says, lacking heat behind her words.
We all laugh once again as my husband and sister get ready to truly reveal the gender of our second baby. They each wait for our countdown once more before twisting the ends of the poppers. Pink confetti flies through the air and covers us all as I continue to snap photos. Especially of Stryker. He’s the only club member besides Killer who guessed the gender of each baby. I’m not sure how he knew when no one else did. Everyone else believed I was having two boys or one of each.
Killer walks up to me again and wraps his arms around me.
“You’re givin’ me two little princesses?” he questions, placing a kiss against my lips.
“Yes I am. We’re gonna have two little girls. Are you ready for this husband?” I ask him.
“Yep. They aren’t datin’ until they’re either seventy years old or I’m dead and buried in the ground. Even then I’ll come back to haunt whoever the man is that thinks he’s good enough for my angels,” Killer deadpans as Stryker walks up to us stuffing a wad of money in his pocket.
“And Uncle Stryker will be there to help,” he adds in.
“Oh boy!” I say as I roll my eyes at the two men standing before me.
Within minutes I’m being wrapped in arms from all of the ol’ ladies at the same time Killer is pulled away by the men. There’s laughter and picking on Killer for knocking me up with girls and not a sign of a boy in sight. I have to admit, Killer’s complexion has paled slightly at the thought of having two little girls to love, care for, and raise. He’ll love them unconditionally; there’s not a doubt in my mind about that. I’m sure he’s just not relishing