by Kayce Kyle
Keira
I sit back and watch Skylar and her men interact. She’s so in love with them and wants to do the best she can. What she fails to see is that we all have her back. The girls told me she was like this before, right after she had the girls. I hope that something hasn’t happened and she’s reverting back to that. From what they’ve said, Skylar wasn’t like she is now. She was meek and reserved, always thinking she was going to be getting in the way of what everyone else was doing.
“What are you thinkin’ about so hard over there?” Blade asks, sitting down and pulling me in his lap.
“Just worried about Skylar, I guess,” I tell him, not really wanting to go into detail, but he was here when she was like this before.
“We’ll all keep an eye on her. But, Cage and Joker are back. They can read her better than anyone. If somethin’ is goin’ on, they’ll know and let everyone know what we need to know,” he tells me, knowing exactly what I’m talking about already. He can read me and know what I’m talking about without me saying a single word to him.
I nod my head in acknowledgement before snuggling in close to my man. My head is resting in his neck and I take this time to just think about everything. Our family is growing, our extended family members are still trying to heal after all the devastation, and I have a deadline to meet. However, the people surrounding us right now and our children will always come first!
Before long, I can feel myself starting to drift off. So I pick my head up and go in search of Skylar. She’s in the kitchen with her men. They’re helping her get everything out that she needs. I’m not needed here so I make my way to check on Kenyon and Cory before heading back to the main room.
I think that this site is going to be a very good thing. Skylar has another place she can open up and vent. We all do. There have been several posts that seem to already be helping the other old ladies, as well as our own. I’m so glad that Sky brought this idea to me and we started it. Even better is that the men from all the clubs seem to finally be on board with us keeping it going. They may be monitoring it, but at least we can keep it.
I’m sitting at my computer, the kids are asleep in the living room, and Blade is at work. I have this deadline to meet, but I just can’t seem to get into the story this time. It seems like I’m suffering from writer’s block for the first time and I don’t like it at all. Normally I would go into the site and get caught up, but I don’t even want to do that. The only thing I want to do right now is curl up and take a nap. Maybe I’ll do that and come back with a clear head.
Before I can get comfortable on the couch, there’s a knock at my door. I walk over and look through the peephole. Standing there is a delivery guy holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Opening the door, I fully expect them to be from Blade. I don’t know why he would be sending me flowers though.
“I just need a signature on this line,” the delivery guy tells me, handing me a clipboard.
Signing my name, I hand it back and take the vase from him. After setting it down on the kitchen island, I search for a card. There isn’t one. Blade would more than likely send a card with anything he sent me. Now, I don’t know what to think. So, I go sit down and wait for him to get home. Or call. I don’t want to interrupt him, so I’ll leave it until I know he’s not busy.
I know that I’m not going to be able to sleep now. Might as well get back to work. So, I park my ass back in front of the computer and read back through what I’ve already written. As soon as I get into it, my head clears and the words start flowing from my hands. This story is writing itself.
Losing all track of time, I hear the kids stirring and save my work. I’m done for the day. The only other thing I’m going to do is check the site from my phone once I’m done with the kids. I can do that from the kitchen while I’m making dinner. Blade needs to hurry up and get home so I can make sure the flowers are from him and then thank him properly later.
Chapter Four
Ashton
I see all of the girls are sitting around and getting restless, they haven’t been able to find out who they all are as individuals before they’ve been thrown into their respective relationships and club life. We’re currently having our monthly family dinner and I hate seeing the segregation in them. One group is huddled in the corner and another group is huddled together at the bar. I’m not liking the fact that my girls are separating themselves from each other. Rather than sitting around thinking about how to bring us all together, I need to actually do something about it. Some kind of bonding or trust exercise. I cannot stand the fact that I may have played any part in any of this. Especially when it comes to Lizzie and her feeling exclusion from the rest of us. I know I wasn’t the most welcoming when it came to her, and I will regret that for many years to come, but for now, all I can do is open my arms and bring her into the fold as much as she’ll allow me to. I checked on this site the girls are a part of, and decided that joining may not have been such a bad thing after all, and I am becoming more comfortable with the other women and discussions that are taking place on there. From what I’m getting from reading all of the posts, it’s likely they could all use some time away from all of their men and the club. They need to have some one-on-one time with each other and have a good time. I’ve begun planting the seed in Wasp’s mind, very subtly, and I will continue to do so until he caves in and gives me my way on this. I want him to reach out and extend an olive branch to the other club presidents and offer a peace, or at least a treaty of some kind, to make it to where these women can continue the friendships that have come to mean so much to them. We shall see if my man can bite his pride, and put out his hand in offer of friendship or companionship.
In our life, there is no such thing as having too many allies on your side to count on. Whether they’re legal or illegal, I don’t personally give a fuck, as long we have their backs and they in return have ours. Maybe, just maybe, I can help orchestrate a getaway for my girls and their new friends. I usually get my way, and this is one time I’m not going to step back and play the meek little mouse, like I sometimes do when it’s something not worth fighting for. With me being the president’s Ol’ lady however, it’s my job to see to the women’s mental and emotional health.
Rainey
I’m sitting in the corner hanging out with Bristol and Lizzie. I feel like we’ve been ostracized by everyone else...excluding my sister-in-law, of course. It’s almost like a high school hierarchy all over again, cliques stick with their own and don’t allow anyone else room for entrance. The men aren’t divided, but the women are. It’s pathetically incomprehensible. I never belonged to a certain clique per se growing up, and I don’t intend to start doing so now. The group who’ve moved to Templeton to begin a branch-off chapter of Rage Ryders are at the bar, and the women left behind who belong to the mother charter are the ones who are sitting here in the corner. I look over to Ashton and see her noticing the same thing as I am. Her eyes laser into mine and we both nod at each other. Looks like I’ll be teaming up with the club’s matriarch and together we’ll be figuring out a way to unite us all together. My phone pings with a notification and I pull it out and begin to laugh at what I am reading.
Jenalyn’s post: We are the victors! My man caved and has given his blessing for us to continue our site and friendship.
I laugh then respond: Yes! See, I knew that women held all of the power, we just have to know the right way to use our woes to our individual advantages.
Skylar responds: Fucking A! Glad we don’t have to lose one another. With my mini-football team and two alpha men, I need all the extra sisterly help I can get, y’know?
Hannah responds: So glad we get to keep the site up! I was beginning to get worried.
DJ responds: Me too. We need this, even if we do each have one another in our respective clubs.
Savanna responds: Yes, I’ve been meditating on this and knew we would come through the other side.
Jenalyn responds: Cool your tits, Vanna. We a
ren’t all going to sit around a fire and sing kumbaya and thank the mother gods for our newfound friendships and the men giving into our wishes and demands.
Trinity responds: Does meditation help? I’ve done yoga, how much different is it?
Rainey responds: Fuck me! Jenalyn you’re too fucking much, I have to run to the restroom before I piss my pants from laughing too much...kumbaya, :-) lmfao.
Lizzie responds: Well, there goes Rainey hauling ass to the restroom, holding her stomach from laughing her ass off! And yay! I’m so happy that the women I’ve connected with get to remain my friends.
Savanna responds: Trinity, for myself, I enjoy meditating. It grounds me and helps me focus. It’s not for everyone and that’s okay. But, when I’m not putting ink on people, I do teach yoga classes also. Which don’t let Jenalyn lie to you, she loves yoga, and meditates occasionally. I personally love both.
Hannah responds: Seeing as there are three of us with two men, I’m thrilled as well because I know we each have unique situations, and while my girls will help me out, they may not get it. They do try, but they don’t have to share the wonder twins the way I do.
Skylar responds: I’ve got y’alls back when it comes to dealing with two men. Mine spend a lot of time in the doghouse and they work their asses off to get out. Bonus for me!
Ashton responds: Ladies, I’ve got an idea but will run it by my Ol’ man before I say anything else, okay?
Lizzie responds: Yes, momma Ashton.
Ashton responds: Smartass. You’ll be good for him, I can see this clearly now.
Lizzie responds: Aww, you love me anyways…. lmfao, and thank you. Please, please share with us what you have going on in that head of yours.
Ashton responds: I’m thinking a women’s retreat is in order, we need a chance to get away and have those outside of our house to rely on and get opinions and thoughts from. This is what I’m brainstorming, but I need to get my man on board so he can get y’alls there as well. Alright ladies, we have a dinner to get to so we need to wrap this up and I’m looking forward to getting to know each and everyone of you young ladies. Best of luck to you all, I’m on your side.
Lizzie responds: Bye for now ladies. Looking forward to a blooming friendship and bond forming between us all.
I come out from the bathroom and check my messages, I see we’ve been informed from Ashton that playtime is over...for now, at least. We all gather in the kitchen and form a solitary line to get our food. The kids are, as always given their plates first, and are sat at a smaller table in the dining room that isn’t too far away from their parents. I smile and rub my tummy at the news that I’ve been keeping close to my heart all to myself for nearly a week now. I can’t wait to tell my men, but I haven’t come up with the right way and perfect time to share this gift they’ve blessed me with. Ashton comes up and stands next to me and then places her hand on my stomach and a smile stretches across her face.
“These are good days indeed,” she says, winking at me before quickly and quietly leaving my side. I look to see if the guys noticed her display of affection, and luckily, they’re too engrossed in their own conversation with Ghost and Kid. I smile at them, and have just now decided that during dinner I will share our news, so we can all celebrate together, the way a family should. Of course my sisters and mother are missing, but we’ll announce it to them tomorrow. Kori is the only one I’ve actually confided the news to, and she winks at me when she notices me gaze her way. I smile back at her and nod my head to let her know tonight's the night, she claps her hands gaining the attention of Tic, so she places her finger over her mouth and shakes her head. He gives her a puzzled look, but turns his attention back to the conversation he was involved in before she went all ‘school girl’ giddy on him.
As we all make it to the table and take our seats, we begin to dig in, my nerves are a wreck, and I know I won’t be able to eat a bite until I tell my men. I stand up from my chair and just stand there looking around and taking in my new family. Carson stops eating and looks up at me with a frown on his face.
“What’s up, baby? Why aren’t you eating?” he asks, while his fork is held mid-air in front of his face.
“Rai, sit your ass down and eat,” Levi demands of me. I roll my eyes and clear my throat, once I have everyone’s attention I begin speaking.
“Something fabulous is happening in our family, and I’d like to take this time now, and share it with you all. Before I tell you what that is, I just want to take a moment and let each and every one of you know how much you’ve come to mean to me,” I begin, wiping a stray tear from my face. “When I was determined to take care of my bullies on my own, I didn’t know at the time how much you would all become an ingrained part of my life. I’ve never been so happy as I was the day you all put your foot down, and decided that I wasn’t alone, and wouldn’t be while dealing with the issue. My love for you all has grown to astronomical amounts, and I never knew how much my life could be filled with having as many brothers and sisters as I do now.”
“I’m still the favorite! Don’t any of you forget it,” Tic hollers out, causing me to laugh at his outburst.
“You’ll always hold a special place in my heart that no one else can fill, Tic.”
“Damn straight,” he replies. The room fills with laughter and I clear my throat to let everyone know I’m not done. “Continue,” he rolls his hand as if he’s the king and I’m doing his bidding. I smile at him, and he winks...don’t ask me what the wink is about, coming from any of the James’ brothers it affects me the way it always does, making me weak at the knees.
“In seven months, give or take a couple of weeks, Levi, Carson and I will be welcoming our first child to the Rage Ryders family.” Suddenly, I’m pulled off the ground and my legs are dangling in the air as I’m dizzily being spun around in Carson’s arms.
“You’re givin’ us a baby?” he asks me, and I notice he has freely allowed tears to stream down his face, not giving a damn that his brothers are in the same room as us.
“I am,” I reply.
“My turn, brother,” Levi speaks up, yanking me out of his brother’s arms.
“Careful!” Carson growls, “she’s carrying precious cargo, man!”
“No, she’s carryin’ our most prized gift,” he states, giving me a kiss to beat all kisses. Both Carson and Levi drop to their knees and kiss my belly. The room erupts in congratulations and whoops and hollerings of excitement fill the space.
“I’m gonna be a dad!” Carson screams out, and Tic is on him like white on rice, he tackles him further to the ground, and they roll around on the floor like a bunch of teenage boys. The excitement of my news is making them all act like overgrown children. Next thing I know, there’s a pile up on Carson, and Levi gets up, gives me a hug and lets me go so that he can also get in on the action. Ashton pulls me away, so that I don’t accidentally get pulled into the fray.
“This is definitely a day worth celebrating,” Ashton whispers in my ear, and I smile at her.
Lizzie comes up to me and says, “Well, looks like we’ll be having our babies not too far apart from each other.” And suddenly, the room quiets and Justice comes up to her.
“What was that?” he asks her, “please repeat that, beautiful.”
“I was going to tell you tonight, but we’ll be having our own little bundle of joy in about six months.”
“Fuck yes! You’ve made me the happiest man in the universe,” he screams out, and the dog pile commences once again.
“Take that shit outside!” Kori yells out, “we have two women pregnant here, what are y’all going to do if one of them accidentally gets pulled into the male testosterone huddle?”
Kori is always the one to be our voice of reason, and I couldn’t be more excited for her to have a head on her shoulders when the rest of us forget our places.
“Well!” I holler out, “we’re going to be a huge family because Emory just informed me yesterday that she too is having herself a litt
le one.”
“We’re gonna be fathers and uncles?” Levi asks me.
“In the same month,” I inform him.
“Fuck me! What are we gonna do if they go into labor at the same time?” Carson asks.
“You stay with your woman, you dumb fuck,” Tic says, smacking him upside his head. My men love my sisters as if they were their own, and have a bond with both of them. I can’t wait to see where life takes us all.
Later that night, as we are laying in bed, Carson asks me, “Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“Honestly, I couldn’t care less, as long as our baby is healthy and happy, the gender isn’t something that matters to me in the least.”
“We could have one of each, and not have to wonder,” Levi says. I scowl at him and go to smack him in the head which he ducks and I end up missing.
“Bite your tongue, that’s not even funny! Twins don’t run in either of our families, so that is almost next to impossible. Don’t jinx us dammit, because my luck, that would come to fruition and I’d have to chop your nuts off for even wishing that upon us.”
“You sayin’ having two would really be that much of a burden, Rai?”
“No, not a burden, just a very exhausted me and no sex for y’all for about a year,” I tell them with glee in my eyes.
“Fuck that! One it is,” Carson says, as if he deems it, it will be.
“Now, let’s forget about how many are cookin’ and let’s enjoy our woman,” Levi says.
“Right on, brother,” he says, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I arch my back begging for more. Levi makes his way between my legs and the moment his tongue touches my pussy I scream out, “Fuck yes! Don’t stop!”
“Never, we’ll never stop lovin’ you.”
