“Does Bud sleep with a mitt on his hand?” Tess asked Mara.
“Close enough,” Mara answered.
I watched Mitch turn his head from the huddle and look toward Mara. Then I watched as he gave her a sexy grin too.
Well, I supposed if commandos and police detectives could show at a biker barbeque then bikers could play baseball.
My eyes drifted from Mitch to Brock to Hawk to Tack.
In the beginning, the woman posse took me under their wing.
But now, we were all family. And this wasn’t because Elvira was rabidly friendly.
No, it was because Hawk, Brock and Mitch stormed that house at Tack’s side. This meant, to Tack, they were different kinds of brothers. Not of blood. Not of the cut. But that bond was unshakable all the same.
It was on the more than occasional basis that I was out shopping, having coffee, drinks or dinner with one, several or all of the girls.
It was only occasional but not unheard of that Hawk, Brock and/or Mitch was sitting in the Compound having a beer.
Tack had made his statement. There was no going back now.
Not that I would want to.
Aunt Bette, Meredith, Roberta, Tabby, LaTanya, Tracy and Camille joined our klatch as did Sheila, Mitzi and the other old ladies.
“I take it this is the cheering section,” Aunt Bette noted.
“Seems to be,” Martha murmured.
“Right, before we gotta figure out who we’re cheering for, how ‘bout we get the important stuff outta the way?” Elvira suggested, I looked to her to see her eyes on me and she asked, “When you due?”
My body locked.
“Pardon?”
“Girl,” she said softly, “you’re surrounded by your girls. Do not think that contentment in your eyes is lost on us. The sun is shining. The food is good. The vibe is happy. But that look on your face don’t say sun, food and good company. It also don’t say you got yourself some. It says something a whole lot bigger. Make that vibe happier. When you due?”
I felt eyes hitting me from all around, primarily Aunt Bette’s and Tabby’s.
But Elvira was wrong. I had gotten myself some. I didn’t share that primarily because of Aunt Bette and Tabby.
Not surprisingly, Aunt Bette and Uncle Marsh had outwardly accepted Tack, his kids and my biker babe lifestyle. Though, considering shortly after I entered that world I’d been kidnapped and, later, stabbed five times, I didn’t know what they thought of it.
Nor did I know what they’d think of this added evidence that I was happily mired deep in it.
Still, because Elvira was nosy but she also was right, my girls were around me and outside of Tack (and his badass brothers) there was no safer place to be, I answered, “January.”
“Yee ha!” Elvira hooted, Asher jumping in her arms then his rosy baby lips gave a baby smile as all the women surrounding me cheered, whooped and I got hug after hug.
Tabby’s included her body giving a slight jerk as her breath gave a slight hitch and my arms giving her a not-so-slight squeeze.
My girl was happy she was getting a baby brother or sister. Or, maybe, it was just that my girl was happy for her Dad and me. Or, maybe, both.
My last hug was from Aunt Bette. It lasted the longest and it was the tightest.
“Sometimes it happens in weird ways,” she whispered before she let me go, “but dreams come true.”
Boy, Aunt Bette paid attention to e-mails.