“I wanted you to have something to wear to the wedding,” I say as I return to the kitchen.
His gaze drops to my hands. “Brown paper bag wrapping? I don’t even get a bow or something on it?”
I blow out an annoyed breath.
Wrath rumbles with laughter. “Never stop irritating him, Scribbles.”
Rock circles his fingers in the air in a hurry-it-up motion. “Let’s get to it, knucklehead.”
I hand Carter the package and he takes it to the table, sitting across from Rock.
Curious, Grace toddles over, pressing her little hand against Carter’s leg and standing on tippy-toes.
“Come here, Grace.” He lifts her and sets her in his lap. “Let’s see what your big brother has in here.”
She helps him tear the paper off, joyfully throwing each scrap on the floor.
Carter pulls out the black leather and holds it up, staring at the back patch.
Protected by Lost Kings MC
“Uh, are you claiming me, Teller? I mean, I like you and I’m happy you’re marrying my sister and all, but…”
“No, wiseass.”
“Wait a second.” Carter glances down at Grace and the little black vest she’s wearing over her purple sparkling dress. “This is like the ones Wrath got for the kids.”
“Those are ‘product of.’ You’re ‘protected by,’” I say.
“Just for club events,” Rock explains.
“No one should fuck with you. But we still want to make it clear, if someone does, then they fuck with all of us,” I add.
“Wow. Really?”
“Look at the front,” Wrath prompts.
“Scribbles!” Carter grins. “Thank you.” He looks at each one of us. “I’ll do you proud, I promise.”
“I know you will.”
“Yay!” Grace yells, throwing her little arms in the air.
“Keep that energy, wee one,” Wrath says, picking her up. “You’ve got a long day of festivities ahead.”
She slaps his cheeks and plants a kiss on his nose.
Blake opens the kitchen door and walks in, holding Alexa’s hand. Alexa immediately runs over to Wrath and jumps up, either to get his attention or to see Grace. He leans over and picks her up too.
Blake’s gaze lands on Carter. “Looks good.”
“You were in on it too, Murphy?” Carter asks.
“Yeah.” He slaps Carter’s shoulders. “We’ve got your back.”
“Thanks.”
Heidi wanders into the kitchen from the direction of the living room, carrying baby Bit-bit.