Darcy's Downfall

by Erin Osborne

  “Nope. I was waitin’ on you to get here,” Trojan tells him, standing behind me and putting his hands on my shoulders. “You ready to show her now?”

  Crash nods his head and they each grab one of my hands before leading me to the hallway where Grace is standing. The door where all the guns sit is slightly ajar and I don’t want to go in here, but it seems to be important to the guys, so I’ll walk in there with him. Instead of being filled with the guns, the entire room is cleaned out and it’s been painted a light shade of blues and greens. The room is spacious, and I can’t wait to see what it’s going to look like when we get it decorated and all the furniture in here.

  “You guys are amazing! I can’t believe that you guys did this for us,” I tell them, wrapping them both in hugs and placing kisses on their lips before turning to Grace and wrapping my arms around her too.

  “We knew you didn’t want them to be in here and that we’re goin’ to need a nursery. This room is the closest to ours, so we thought it would be perfect,” Crash tells me, pulling me back against his body as I imagine the room filled with furniture, clothes, toys, and everything else our son will need.

  “I love it! Now, I have another thought about a name,” I tell them, pulling them in close and whispering my idea of the perfect name to them. The rest of you will just have to wait!

  We’ve been at the clubhouse for a little while and I am parked in one of the more comfortable chairs brought out from inside. These days, I can’t get comfortable. At six months pregnant, I suddenly popped and now carry around a beachball in my stomach. It’s not huge, but enough to make me uncomfortable as all get out. I can’t imagine what’s going to happen when I get even bigger. And I have no doubt that I will get bigger than what I currently am.

  I’m surrounded by our family and friends. There’s kids running all over the place and Bailey is the only one that isn’t sitting with us right this second. She’s farther out in the yard where they set up a memorial for the child that Gage and she lost a while back. Whenever they come to Dander Falls, she always spends a few minutes up there. Gage does the same thing when he goes to Clifton Falls.

  “How are you feelin’?” Trojan asks, pulling up a chair next to me and sitting down with a beer in his hand.

  “I’m okay. A little uncomfortable, but when aren’t I lately?” I ask, uncapping the bottled water and taking a long pull. “You guys okay?”

  “Yeah. We’re catchin’ up with everyone and talkin’ about a run that we want to put on for the domestic violence program. I think when Bailey gets back here, they’re goin’ to do presents and shit,” he tells me, looking out over everyone that’s here to celebrate with us. “You sure you’re ready to be tied to us in a few days?”

  “Trojan, I want nothing more than to be your wife. Well, to one of you. I’m still figuring that shit out,” I tell him, placing my hand on his arm and trying to take away his second-guessing himself about what I want. “If I didn’t want to be with you, I never would’ve accepted the rag. And I sure as fuck wouldn’t have said yes to marrying you.”

  This seems to take away some of the fear running through him. He’s been like this since I got kidnapped. For the most part he’s fine and tells me what to and how to do it like the alpha asshole they are. Then he has moments where he’s so unsure of himself and what I’m doing with them. These moments are the ones that I love them even more. Crash makes his way over to us and I know that he’s waiting to get on with the day. While I’m excited to go out tonight, even looking like a beached whale, they’re just as excited to go out and spend the night with the boys to do what they do. Well, as long as they keep their cocks firmly in their pants.

  “You need anythin’ baby?” Crash asks, taking a long pull from the beer he’s drinking.

  “Nope. I’m getting hungry, but I know Gage and Grim are working on it. I can wait until everything is ready to go and the kids are fed,” I tell them as my stomach grumbles to showcase my hunger. I’m always hungry these days too.

  Skylar approaches us from behind, laughing at hearing my stomach. She hands me a plate with some pasta salad on it. I try to argue with her about waiting and letting the kids eat first, but she won’t hear it. Instead she tells me that this bowl was put aside for later on when we go to the Kitty Kat. Yeah, we’ll have other food there, but she knows that over the past week I’ve been craving pasta salad.

  I dig in to my salad and continue to watch everyone around us. The kids are having a ball running around and playing games with one another. Jameson, Anthony, and little Zander are keeping an eye on all the younger kids. Tank’s three sons, Chance, Brax, and Shawn, are starting to follow in their footsteps so they’re trying to follow the three older boys around. I can’t wait until our little one can begin to follow them around when we’re all together and lead any other little boys that join him here. This is what makes life worth living and going through all the shit to get to the good.

  I see Bailey making her way back down to the rest of us. Instead of seeing her face covered in tears and sad, there’s a serene smile covering her face and her eyes are shimmering. I’m not sure exactly what’s going on, but we’ll find out when she’s ready for us to know. Maybe it’s just my overactive imagination running wild and there’s nothing there to tell. She just had a good visit with her son before spending the rest of the day with her family making memories to last a lifetime.

  “Burgers will be ready in five is you want to start makin’ plates,” Grim hollers out, taking the platter of hot dogs to the table while the old ladies line up to make plates for the kids.

  “What do you want, firecracker?” Trojan asks, standing up and turning to face me.

  “I want to go make my own. I need exercise and walking through the food line isn’t going to hurt me at all. You can stay right on my ass the whole time,” I tell them, holding out my hands for him to pull me up.

  “I was already on your ass this mornin,” he retorts with a smile lighting up his entire face.

  “Is that so?” Crash asks, joining our conversation. “Well, you can bet your ass I’ll be on it later tonight.”

  “No, you won’t. You two are staying at the clubhouse with the rest of the guys. She’s staying at Riley’s with us. Tomorrow morning is when you’ll lay eyes on your girl again. Not one second before she walks down the aisle to marry you two asshats,” Bailey tells us, planting her hands on her hips and tilting her head slightly, just daring us to say one word to the contrary.

  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” Trojan asks, rising to his full height with a confused and slightly pissed off look on his face.

  “You can’t see the bride before the wedding,” Bailey answers like it makes all the sense in the world. “We already talked to Gage and have Shadow and Mike with us for the night. Not sure how they’re going to like watching male strippers, but they got babysitting duty. “Plus, Addison is going to meet us at the Kitty Kat later and she’s bringing the normal bouncers in to keep an eye on us.”

  “You got everythin’ figured out, don’t ya?” Crash asks her, not happy in the least and letting it be known with the attitude in his voice.

  I place a hand on each of my men in an attempt to calm them down. They center me just as much as I center them and calm them down when it’s needed. This is also news to me and I don’t know what to tell them that’s going to satisfy their need to keep me in their sight at all times. What I do know is that I’m not going to argue with Bailey. I can see the hard glint in her eyes and I know that no one is going to win this argument.

  “I’ll spend the entire day with you guys, enjoying the time we have with our family. We’ll open our son’s gifts, have some dinner, and then I’ll go out with the girls,” I tell them, looking between the two alpha cavemen standing before me. “When it’s time to leave, I’ll have protection on me and I know they’ll let you know if anything happens to me. Tomorrow morning, we’ll all be back under the roof of the clubhouse and in no time at all, I’ll be yo
ur wife.”

  “Do you know which one of us you’re goin’ to marry yet?” Crash asks, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine.

  “Yeah. I’m goin’ to marry Trojan. This wasn’t an easy decision for me to make. Please don’t be upset,” I tell him, holding the side of his face in my hand and staring in his eyes.

  “Why would I be upset?” he asks, leaning into my touch. “We told you from the beginnin’ that it didn’t matter to us. You’re already wearin’ my name on your rag, my ring on your finger, and you’ll still carry my last name.”

  “Now that everything is settled, you better feed your girl. I know if it were me, I’d be ready to chop your balls off for making me wait when I was pregnant,” Bailey tells them, putting her hand on the small of my back and directing me towards the tables filled to capacity with food.

  Crash and Trojan both cringe and grab their balls They lead me over to the food line and follow me through making sure that I get enough to eat. I know the plates that they have loaded up will end up coming to me too. Yeah, I’ve been eating a lot the last few weeks. After loading up our plates and making our way to a table, we’re joined by several couples from Clifton Falls, Gage, and Riley. Throughout dinner we make small talk and I can see the prospects and one or two club girls cleaning off the tables laden with food.

  While everyone has me busy talking, laughing, and trying to get the baby’s name out of me, people are working tirelessly bringing new things out of the clubhouse and setting it up. There’s already a table filled with gifts that spill on the ground surrounding it. I’m surprised that the table is still standing with everything on it. It fills my heart to see how everyone pulled together to make sure that the baby has a ton of new things. And I know that the love and support will be shown from every person sitting and standing with us now.

  “Are you done baby?” Crash asks me, standing up with his plates to take care of.

  “Yeah. I don’t think I could eat another bit without blowing up,” I tell him, getting everyone around us to laugh while I rub my belly in satisfaction.

  “Why don’t you go take a nap and we’ll wake you up in like an hour,” Maddie tells me, sitting back down in front of Tank. “I know when I was pregnant, I was tired all the time.”

  “You were also cookin’ three kids,” Tank tells her affectionately. “And my boys would run anyone ragged.”

  We all laugh, but a nap does sound good right about now. I nod my head and Trojan helps me stand up before going to follow me into the clubhouse. Telling him that I don’t need them to come with me and they should stay with their brothers, I make my way into the couch and lay down. It takes a little bit to get comfortable, but once I do, I can’t help but pass right out.

  Waking up with a jolt, I feel the baby moving around and tears form in my eyes. I see Crash and Trojan sitting in the chairs next to the couch I’m lying on and I tell them to come to me quickly. Grabbing a hand from each of them, I place it on my stomach and tell them to wait for a second. When they feel the slight movement on my stomach, they look at one another before looking at me. Crash is the first to lean down and kiss me senseless. It’s quickly followed by Trojan doing the same thing.

  “Everyday we get to see you grow round with our baby is a gift,” Crash tells me, standing back up and helping me off the couch.

  Trojan and him lead me to the bathroom before we make our way back outside. There’s a chair sitting front and center for me to sit in with two more on the sides of it. All the kids are lined up at the table with the gifts on it. I guess we’re getting to the baby shower part of the day. It suits me just fine so that I can possibly take another nap before going out tonight. Or maybe have some fun with my men before we leave for the night. Anything is possible.

  “Now, I know the guys don’t necessarily want to be here for this part, but they’re going to suck it up and stick around. They know that once this is done, the night is theirs and they’re going to party,” Bailey says, getting everyone’s attention. “The kids all wanted to help and be a part of this, so they’re going to be in charge of handing out the gifts for the three of you to open.”

  They come up to us one by one and hand us a gift before making their way back to the table. Jameson stays close to Zoey while Anthony is close to Kasey. It’s cute to watch them help the girls out and I can only hope that our baby will be the same way with any little girls that are born into this club.

  We spend over an hour opening every last gift that was on the table. Pops comes up to us last and hands us an envelope. Inside is a picture of a nursery set that is hand carved. There’s a motorcycle on the ends of the crib and the top of the toy box that goes with it. Surrounding the motorcycle is ‘Wild Kings MC’. I can’t stop the tears that flow freely from my eyes at the love and care that was put into this furniture set.

  “Thank you so much,” I tell him, grabbing his hands so that I can give him a hug of appreciation. “It’s so beautiful.”

  “You’re welcome sweetie,” he tells me, returning the hug before Crash and Trojan let out a growl of anger at another man touching me. “It will be delivered to the clubhouse in a few days. That way you can pick it up and take it home to set up.”

  By the time we’re done with opening gifts and eating cake, yes, I ate more, dusk is beginning, and I know it’s only a matter of time before we leave to go to the strip club. There’s not enough time to take a nap or have any fun with my guys before we head out. So, I guess we’ll just have to make up for it tomorrow after we’re married.

  I have another piece of cake while the guys load everything up in the truck so that we can take it home at some point soon. There’s so much that I wonder how it’s all going to fit in the truck in one load. But, miraculously it does. There’s everything from diapers and wipes to clothes, blankets, booties, toys, and baby wash and lotion. I can’t even begin to list everything that we got from everyone today. I’m amazed that there’s still things we’re going to have to buy before the baby gets here.

  “Are you about ready to head out to the Kitty Kat?” Skylar asks me, bringing me a bottled water and sitting down in the chair that Trojan vacated.

  “Yeah. In all honesty, I’m ready to head to bed, but I know that’s not an option right now,” I tell her, knowing that we’re going to have fun tonight.

  “I know you are. We’ll head out in a few minutes so that you can have some fun before you pass out,” she tells me, standing up and helping me stand up so that we can leave.

  Walking into the main room of the clubhouse, I see my men sitting in chairs with a beer in their hand. They stand up when I walk in and wait for me to get close to them. Each one of them hug and kiss me before wrapping their arms around my body. I snuggle in close and let them hold me close.

  “I know things tend to get crazy with these women, behave yourself tonight,” Crash tells me, slapping me on the ass before walking to the bar to get rid of his empty bottle.

  “We’ll know if you have any moments like you usually do with Wood. Remember Shadow and Mike will be with you guys if you need anythin’ at all,” Trojan tells me, placing a sweet and lingering kiss on my lips before both men walk me out to the SUV we’ll be taking tonight. After each one of them give me a kiss to make sure that I remember them and only them, they stand back and watch as we all pile in and get ready to leave.

  The girls all pile in with me next to Bailey in the front seat. I’m not sure who the designated driver will be when we get out of there tonight, but it’s probably going to be one of the prospects. At least that’s what I’m hoping because I know these girls like to drink when they get the chance to. Since Alice and Pops are watching the kids here I know they’re going to live it up tonight. The same way the guys will at the clubhouse.

  The strip club was closed for the night so that we can have fun watching men get naked. Well, almost naked. I can guarantee that if they stripped down to nothing, our men would be here in a heartbeat, beating the shit out of them. Just because
we got to see the goods and they can’t stand anyone touching us, looking at us, us looking at them, or anything else involving the opposite sex. Honestly, I’m surprised we get to watch strippers at all. Bailey and Skylar must have pulled some major strings to get this to happen.

  We’re sitting right at the end of the stage and I’m sitting dead center and a little bit above everyone else. The reason for this is beyond me and I’m sure that I don’t want to even begin to know what’s going to happen at any given time. Bailey, Skylar, and Riley are sitting the closest to me and I can tell that nothing good is going to end up coming from this.

  “So, I hear that we have a bride to be in the house tonight,” one of the strippers announces. “Why don’t you come up on stage for your last night as a single woman?”

  The rest of the strippers come out on the stage and the girls surrounding me are chanting for me to get up on stage. How they expect me to easily get on stage at six months pregnant is beyond me, but I’m game to try. Looking over my shoulders, I find Shadow and Mike and point my finger at them, so they know not to blab to Crash and Trojan about me getting up on stage. I know they won’t unless my men ask specific questions about it. Then, I’m royally fucked, and I won’t be enjoying it. At all.

  Bailey points to the side of the stage and I see steps leading up that I can climb. One of the strippers walks over to meet me and grabs my hand to help me. He leads me to a chair that’s been placed center stage and stands next to me until I’m comfortable. Then, all hell breaks loose as Anywhere by 112 starts playing. I have men surrounding me, grinding and dancing away like their lives depend on it. I’ve never really been to a strip club before and I can’t stop laughing. I’m laughing so hard that I feel like I’m going to pee my pants. Unfortunately, I’m stuck on stage and I can’t leave right now. Looks like I better calm myself down.

  All of a sudden, one man does some move on the floor in front of me and I absolutely lose it. Somehow, I manage to slide out of the chair and onto the floor with my pussy practically in his face. He stares up at me and both of our faces are turning red. Why does this shit happen to me all the time? There’s no graceful way to get up, so I scoot myself across the stage until I’m at the edge and my dress is up around my chest. The girls are hooting and hollering, and the strippers are surrounding me. Shadow is the only one to come to my rescue.