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was small, old as fuck, and had been used as a bachelor pad for far too long.
    He wanted something better for her, something that didn’t have memories of bitches from the past, drinking binges, or snorting lines of coke off the table at three in the morning back in the day.
    He’d been wild, that was for sure, but he was older now, had a family coming, and he wanted to do right by her.
    He pulled his Harley to a stop and looked up at the two-story tan and blue trimmed house. It was only a few years old, and sat on two acres. It was still in Grit, close enough to the club, but also far enough away to give them privacy.
    He heard a vehicle pull up behind him, and saw a BMW come to a stop. He hated working with a realtor, but it was the fastest way to get this shit done, especially since he didn’t have any connections when it came to buying a new house.
    Once all the pleasantries were out of the way, and the realtor in the suit, slicked back hair, and tiny frame, eyed Payne like he might get the shit kicked out of him for even breathing, they walked up to the house.
    Yeah, this guy knew who Payne was … everyone in Grit knew about the MC.
    “Over here we have the kitchen with stainless steel appliances and granite counters—”
    “I’ll look around myself. You can stay here,” Payne said, cutting off the man. He didn’t need a tour. He didn’t care about any of this shit. What he cared about was having something nice for Vicky. He looked at the upstairs. Five bedrooms was real nice. It would allow them to have more kids in the future.
    Shit. Already thinking about more kids? I don’t even know if she’ll have me, even if I get a nice house for her and get my fucking act together.
    He continued looking through the house. The basement was finished, and that’s where the fifth bedroom was. It also had a walkout, which was fucking nice seeing as it led out to the woods. This place only had two acres, but the surrounding land was a wildlife preserve, which meant there would never be any construction on it.
    Once he was in the upstairs again he saw the realtor straighten up, looking nervous as fuck.
    “How did you like it?”
    Payne looked around at the huge living room, the open floor plan that also included the kitchen, and made one more glance at the den that could be seen down the hallway.
    “I want it. So let’s get this shit started.”
    Well, damn. Who would have ever thought Payne would have become domesticated for a woman?

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    “ A nd when you ’re all grown up, I bet you’re going to be causing so much trouble for Mommy,” Clara said, rubbing Vicky’s stomach.
    “You’re a bad influence, telling him how many girls he’s going to date, and probably hurt.” Vicky rubbed her stomach.
    They were sitting outside. The sun was out, shining down on them. Vicky felt a little chilled, and so she had a cardigan on. The slutty clothes had disappeared. In their place was a pair of jeans with elasticated waist, fit for maternity wear, and a large-ass shirt that was getting tight around her stomach.
    “I can’t believe you’re having a baby,” Clara said.
    “I was terrified.”
    “Now?”
    “I’m still scared. This is a little life I have to take care of. I’m also excited. Yeah, I’m excited. I can’t wait for this little guy to come into the world, and I can love him so much.”
    “Loving him will never be a problem. You’ll have aunty Clara, and moody uncle King.” Clara blew on her stomach through her shirt.
    “Wait until you’re the pregnant one.”
    “At the moment that’s not going to happen, not at all.”
    “Trouble with King?”
    “Yeah, giving the Prez a reality check clearly wasn’t a good thing.”
    Vicky chuckled. “You ripped Payne a new one?”
    “Babe, I completely ripped into him. I mean, the guy was pretty much crying by the time I was through with him.”
    Staring down at her stomach, Vicky didn’t find comfort in her friend arguing with Payne, or causing problems.