“Fuck, that's a good idea,” agrees Hero.
Relief floods me. I was worried they wouldn't want it, or they'd care which one's the father, or any other thing that would throw a wrench into what we have, but now I know it'll be the most protected kid I could ever hope for, with three wild, but amazing fathers. Obviously I can't feel anything yet, but I put my hand on my belly anyway.
“Does it mean your tits will get even bigger?” asks Wild Child. Of course he does.
“I guess you'll have to wait and see.”
Then Hero grins. “But there's nothing in the way of celebrating, is there? I mean, if we want to—”
“It's not going to hurt the baby, no,” I say with a laugh.
Before I know it, King has me flat on the bed with him on top of me. He captures my throat in his big hand and leans in to kiss me. “Then I hope you're prepared for us. Call me Daddy.”
Wow. I think I just went instantly wet. If this is what the life of a biker mom is, I'm all ready for it. So I look up at him and smile.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
And then they're all on me, and the rest of the day is wasted, and that's totally okay.
47
EMILY
Hero was right. It was a boy.