When I’m spent, I lie down on top of her, pinning her to the bed, careful not to give her all of my weight. She’s still early in her pregnancy and her belly isn’t getting in the way, but I don’t want to put any extra weight on her.
I kiss her neck, then move my lips to her ear. “I’ve got something to show you today.”
“Hmmm?”
She’s nearly fallen back asleep, so I bite her shoulder, trying to wake her back up.
“Shield, you can’t just fuck me like that and expect me to be able to function.”
I laugh and lick the spot I bit. “Wake up, Mac. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Is it more baby shit?”
I laugh at her words and bite her again. This time she tries to elbow me, but I catch her arm.
“Yes, it’s more baby shit. But I think you’ll like it.”
“You better feed me first.”
Pulling out, I pick her up and carry her to the shower. Mac snuggles against me as I walk us into the bathroom and turn on the water.
“I love how cuddly you are in the mornings,” I say, tilting her head back and washing her hair.
“I love how you make me breakfast in the morning.”
“Ha ha. I’ll take you for breakfast, then the surprise.”
“Fine. But it better be good. This baby is starving.” She rubs her nonexistent baby bump, and I kneel in front of her and kiss her belly.
“I think Mommy is trying to fool Daddy. She’s always hungry,” I say and nuzzle her.
“True. But now I’m extra hungry.”
I laugh and finish cleaning her up so I can get my little mama fed.
“Where are we?” Mac asks as we pull up to the new house.
I don’t answer her. Instead I go around to her side of the car and open the door. The final deliveries were made yesterday, and with the help of my sisters, the house is perfect.
Opening Mac’s door, I help her out and walk to the front of the house. I reach into my pocket and pull out a key tied with a yellow ribbon and hand it to her.
“I bought you a present. Well, it’s for all of us, but mostly for you and the baby.”
She looks down at the key and then looks back at me.
“Is the present inside the house?” She raises an eyebrow, and I smile at her.
“Go inside.”
Reluctantly she puts the key in the door and unlocks it. Through the entryway is a large room, and in there is a big wall that I had put in just for Mac.
“Vincent. What did you do?” She sees the wall directly in front of us and takes a step towards it. Both of her hands go to her mouth when she realizes what it is.
There’s a large compass painted on the wall, and all the way around it are pictures of her and her brothers. Some pictures from when they served together and some pictures from the club. All around the compass, her club and her family are represented. In the middle, there’s a black and white picture of her and me sitting on her motorcycle. She’s driving, and I’m on the back with my arms around her waist and my face buried in her hair. She got her cut on and is wearing dark shades, and she looks like a fucking badass. But if you look close enough, you can see she’s leaning back against me and her hand is on top of mine. She’s showing strength and dominance, but also she’s relying on me. It’s my favorite picture of us, and it’s right in the middle.
Going up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back to my front.
“Welcome home, baby.”
She turns in my arms, and I see the tears in her eyes. Suddenly she jumps up and I catch her. She squeezes my neck tightly.
“You bought me a house?” she squeals and looks around the place.
“I did. And I’d be really happy if you let me live here,” I tease, like I'd ever let her get even a night away from me.
She laughs, and I grab her ass, carrying her from room to room, showing her around. When we get to the nursery, I put her down and let her open the door. Everything inside is all set up, even though she’s got a long way to go.
“How in the hell did you do all this without me knowing?”
I lean against the doorframe, watching her pick up a little yellow bunny and wave it at me.
“MacKenzie, I always know where you are. At all times.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
“If I know where you are, then I can do what I need to do while you’re occupied elsewhere.” I pull her to me, giving her a quick kiss. “Plus, I’ve got a gang of sisters all too willing to help us out.”
She leans into me, looking around the nursery and letting out a big sigh. “Good thing, because this kid is going to need someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“It will. It’s got the two of us for parents. And you and I,” I grip her chin so her eyes meet mine, “make one hell of a team.”