HarleyReaching down, I smooth my hand over my stomach. It's grown even more the past few weeks and I have my appointment tomorrow that tells me the gender of what we're going to have. Which is why I'm here right now, looking at this room in our apartment that once belonged to Justice. Tomorrow, I'll know how I want to decorate it.I always believed I would be the type of mother who would decorate in neutrals and not care so much about perceived gender colors but, the closer I am to finding out what I carry, I'm wanting to go hard toward either pink and lacy or blue and all boy. It's not a big room. Justice took the smaller one because she's always let me have what I want. To say I'm spoiled is an understatement and she's one of the reasons why. "You okay?" Bishop asks, walking in and eating a bag of chips. "I told you I was home, but you never said anything.""Just thinking." I walk over to him. "When this room was Justice's, I never thought of it being anything other than hers. No
BishopThis is the first appointment I've been to and I'm as out of place here as I am at a fancy dinner. Glancing around, I'm the only guy in the place. It would help if there were at least one more, at least then I wouldn't feel so alone. My dad never taught me how to handle these things and I've never been in this situation before. Kinda wish I had dressed better than I did. My jeans and shirt are grease-stained and my boots have seen better days."You sure you want me to be here?" I lean over, asking her quietly. "Of course I do." She glances over, appearing to be confused. "Why would you think I don't want you to be here?"Looking down at myself, I motion to my jeans and shirt. "Maybe I should've changed my clothes.""No, you are who you are," she whispers. "I don't want you any different than the way you are right now.""A dirty mechanic?""Yes." She turns so that she's looking into my eyes. "You work hard. You provide a good life for us and you're my baby daddy.""It's not alw
Harley"We need to get this done." I sigh, glancing around at the white walls."What you need to do is not be in this small of a room with all these fumes around," Bishop argues. "Which is why Caelin, Tyler, Liam, Drew, and I are going to do whatever you want. They'll be here in a few minutes and then you can order us around like the queen you are.""I've never been a queen.""Negative. You've always been my queen." He reaches down, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.This soft guy is the one that's only mine. He doesn't show himself to everyone. This one is mine only. "Look at you being all sweet before the guys get here.""I'm always sweet," he retorts. "But can I tell you how surprised I am that you chose red and gray for his room? For some reason, I had it in my mind when we heard boy that it would be blue.""Are you new here?" I laugh. "No, I'm not and, looking back at it, I don't know why I thought you would go with that color. I admit gray and red goes well with Heave
Bishop"I'm toast. Who knew painting and putting together furniture took so much out of a person?" I sigh as I sit on the floor in the nursery. Looking around, I'm proud of what me and the guys accomplished today. Being a part of a family like this is all I ever wanted and to know I can call them whenever they're needed still amazes me. With my dad and even my mom (who goes along with whatever he says), it wasn't about helping to help. It was about helping to keep track of what's owed.Heaven Hill and the Walker family have never kept track of what they've done for me. That type of trust means everything to me."You wanna take a shower?" Lee asks as she stands across from me. "I think we could both use one. Maybe you more than me since you wouldn't let me do much.""Massage my shoulders?""If that's what you want." She gives me a shy smile."Oh, that's exactly what I want." I hook my arm over her shoulders as we walk toward the bathroom."Then your wish is my command."Hearing those
HarleySitting on the chair in the kitchen, I open my mouth for Bishop to feed me a spoonful of the ice cream we're eating for dinner. As he slips me another bite of the vanilla cream covered in chocolate syrup, I moan. Everything tastes better the last couple of days, as if my tastebuds are on some type of enhancer.His gaze is on my chest. Following its path, I see my nipples are poking through the tank top I'm wearing. "You need me?" He asks, his voice husky. "I didn't think I did, but I could definitely be encouraged for another round."He pulls me to him before he picks me up, spreading me on the counter before him. "Put your hands on the other side," he whispers. "And hang on. I'll make sure you have a good time."I have no doubt he will. He always does. Before I know what's happening, he's spread my legs and propped my feet on his shoulders. Diving in, his mouth covers my heat and his tongue does things I've only imagined it could do. "Fuck," I groan. "Did you watch porn or
Bishop"You can head out," I tell Caelin as we close up shop. It's going on ten o'clock at night and we've been working to get this batch of cars done for Hawk and the boys. This is mostly for me, for him too, but more for me and the baby. I hate to see him working so late when he's doing it for me."Are you sure? I don't mind staying with you.""I know and I appreciate it. Go home to Justice. I'll be headed home to Harley soon. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here at all hours of the night. Go and enjoy your time with your wife."For a moment, it looks like Caelin is going to argue with me, but then he makes a decision. "Okay, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I can be back here in fifteen.""I won't need anything. You're good."He waves at me as he strolls out of the bay. A few more swipes with the rag and this car is ready to get back on the trailer. I'll come in early tomorrow to get it taken care of. Walking around, I start my routine of making sure all the lig
Harley"Is he okay?" I ask as I bust through the doors of the clubhouse. The call I received was one of the scariest of my life. Not knowing how bad he was hurt and, at the same time, knowing there was nothing I could do for him."He's okay," Gramps says as he catches me before I go further into the clubhouse. "Physically and emotionally, he's hurting. He had a fistfight with his dad. No matter how much they don't like each other, that's still a big mindfuck. I, of all people, know that. He's going to need you to be there for him right now, but not ask him a bunch of questions. Can you do that push pop? Can you be what he needs and not demand answers he can't give?"As much as I want to be annoyed at him for asking this of me, I know he's doing it for my own good. "I can, but I need to see him first."He holds me tighter. "Make sure you can, because you don't get to do this twice. He needs you. This isn't about you, it's about him."I want to argue that anything involving him is abou
Bishop"I wish you'd talk to me," Harley whispers as she lays next to me. She came back an hour ago and didn't speak as she changed for bed. She'd kept looking at me like she expected me to make this all better, but I just couldn't force myself to say things I don't mean right now. "You're purposely shutting me out and I don't like it. I haven't given you a reason to do it. More than anything, we need each other right now.""You don't know what I need," I whisper back at her, but it's not understanding. It's got a hard edge to it. One I promised I'd never use with her. Immediately, I'm pissed at myself, but I can't seem to stop it. "You have the type of dad who cares for you. Who didn't choose to use you as a pawn. Haven't you ever wondered why my name is Bishop? In chess, a Bishop captures opposing pieces. That's what he always wanted me to do. Be the person who would capture the people he wanted to take down. Ever wonder why I was trying to be perfect all the time? No one expects th
William Walker Jr., 85 of Bowling Green, died peacefully in his sleep at his residence. The Warren County native was the son of the late William Walker Sr. and Lauren Walker. He was the husband of Denise Walker, who survives.He was the owner of Walker's Wheels.His legacy will be carried on through the members of the Heaven Hill MC, Bowling Green Chapter, and the numerous friends who became family. Liam, as he was known to everyone who cared for him, had a gift of taking people who had given up on themselves or had no direction, and showing them they were worth putting work into. Over the years many have found themselves under his tutelage. Hundreds have called him friend, and others have called him family. He took great pride in who he was, and what he did. The loss of him is a hole that won't be filled - ever.He is survived by his wife of forty-three years, Denise. Son Drew (Charity), daughters Mandy (Dalton), and Tatum (Remy), sister Sharon (Rooster), nephew Carter (Storm), numer
HarleyFifteen Years Later "Are you sure you want me to teach you, and not your dad?" I question Erick, looking up at him, because he's now taller than me. He grins, the one so much like his dad I have to do a double-take. "No matter how good he is on the back of a bike, I think everyone knows you're better." "I wouldn't say that. He can hold his own, but I've been riding longer than him." "Exactly," he runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair. "He can show me how to do all the mechanic shit, but I want you to teach me how to ride." I should reprimand him for the curse word, but he hears it so often with the group we hang around. It'd be like telling him not to breathe. "Okay," I nod. "The first thing I want you to know is you're going to be wearing a helmet until you're eighteen and can make your own decision about what you want to do." "Mom," he groans. "Don't mom me. It's what's going to happen. It's a right of passage, and you're go
Harley"He looks like us, doesn't he?" I whisper to Justice as we sit on the screened-in back porch at Grandma and Gramps' house. "He does," she coos. "Those eyes and the set of his chin are one-hundred percent Walker. His little wisp of blonde hair. Are you going to let yours go back to blonde?" She asks, lifting up a lock of my still-dark hair. "I don't know, I kinda like it. Not that I want to be different than you, but it sets us apart." "It does and I understand. You should do whatever you want. "His lips are Bishop's, though. Full and plump, always ready for a smirk or a smile. I think he's got his forehead too." Grandma walks in. "Give me that baby. He looks so much like Drew did when he was his age." I roll my eyes. "Don't give Dad any more bragging rights than he already has. He's been almost unbearable to put up with. You'd think he pushed this kid out of his vagina." "He doesn't have one," Justice points out. "Exactly."
BishopCarrying my son out for the members of Heaven Hill to meet him is one of the proudest moments of my life. There are still remnants of tears below my eyes and I can't be bothered to wipe them away. This is one of those moments I don't mind showing my emotions. The doors open and there they all are, standing and waiting. "Hey." I smile up at them over his head. "How's Harley?" Justice asks immediately. "She's good. They're sewing her up and then she'll be okay for visitors. She told me to tell you not to leave, she wants to see you." Immediately, her shoulders relax. It must've been hard for her to be out here knowing her twin was going through everything inside those doors. "I'd like you all to meet Erick Walker." There's a murmur of confusion as everyone questions his last name. Drew puts his hand on my shoulder. "Bishop came to me a little while ago and asked if he could take my last name. He and Harley plan on getting married at some p
HarleyAfter sex with Bishop, I fell into the best sleep I've had in what seems to be months. When I'm jolted awake by a pain stretching across my abdomen and a gush of wetness between my legs, I'm more surprised than anything. I gasp loudly. "Lee, you okay?" His voice is sleepy and I don't want to disturb him if I don't have to, but as another pain stretches across my abdomen and then goes down into my back, I know I need to. "I think my water broke." I gasp as the pain keeps going. "How far apart are they?" We went to the classes they offer but, truth be told, I'm blanking on everything they told us right now. So much for paying attention. "I just woke up so I haven't been able to time them, but I know if my water's broken we need to get to the hospital." "Your bag is here, isn't it?" "Yeah I have one here, at the shop, at home. Just in case." I grimace as I try to sit up, but this has been hell on my core muscles. "Give me a minute and I'll
Bishop"If you roll over one more time, you're going to roll off this bed." "I can't get comfortable," she grumbles. "My belly's too big. I can't sleep and I just wanna be able to lie on my stomach. I haven't been able to do it in months. I wish you could feel this. It's annoying," she complains, turning over so that she's cuddled up against the body pillow she's taken to sleeping with. "Do you want me to shove a pillow under my shirt? Put a watermelon around my waist?" I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but whatever it takes to put her at ease, I'll do. "That's a great idea. There's a cantaloupe in the kitchen, why don't you go grab it?" She's absolutely not kidding. The tone of her voice isn't playing around. I squeak out. "Right now?" "Why not? If I can't sleep, why should you?" She says with an evil laugh. "Alright, if I'm getting up, so are you." "Easy buddy, I'm already awake." She reaches out, without words, ask
Harley"Get out of here." I shoo Will's hand away. "We're gonna eat in less than an hour.""I've watched you, you keep eating," he complains."I am heavily pregnant," I argue with him. "It's fucking hot and my ankles are swollen, do not argue with me."Bishop grabs Will's hand. "C'mon, little man, let's go play some Call of Duty with Caelin.""Gladly." He sticks his tongue out at me."You've got to be nicer to him," Mom admonishes me.Justice interrupts. "She's got to be nicer to everybody.""You try carrying around a watermelon on the front of your body and see how you feel," I retort. "I'm fucking uncomfortable.""It gets better," Grandma says as she comes over to rub my shoulders. "I know it's hard to think it's going to, but it will. I promise.""I'm so sick of people saying it's going to get better," I grumble. "Every time I go and they make me spread my legs, I dread it. She did this thing called scraping my membranes this week. I mean, what the fuck? It hurt so bad. Like, do I
BishopI'm nervous as I watch Drew across the bays. This is something I never thought I would do and since we talked about how Liam wasn't his biological father, I've gone back and forth, wondering if this was the right decision. In the end, I know it is. He catches me looking, narrowing his eyes in a what the fuck way. Putting my hands in my jeans pockets, I walk over to him. "You mind if we talk?" Immediately, he looks worried. "Is everything okay?" "Harley's fine, but what I want to speak to you about has to do with her." "Okay, wanna go behind the shop?" "I wanna ask her to marry me." I hold up my hand. "But I have a request for you. I wanna take the Walker last name." He opens his mouth, then shuts it, before opening it again. My stomach drops and my heart pounds. The silence stretches on between us and I'm worried about what I've just requested. "I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything." He reaches out, holding on tightly t
Harley"Eight more weeks and it's looking like he might come early. You're carrying low. He's a good weight, though, so as long as we can keep him in four to six more, you're good," Doctor Simmons says as she checks me. "Have you been having any pain or anything?" "No." I shake my head then think better about it. "Actually, yeah I did. Bishop and I were..." I stop, not sure how to proceed without being crass. "Being intimate and I felt some pressure." "Was there bleeding afterward?" "No, it just got uncomfortable very quick. To the point where I had to ask Bishop to stop. I've never done that before, not since we had sex for the first time." My face flames as I tell this woman more than I ever expected to. "It's okay," she explains. "You're going to be feeling more pressure the closer you get to him coming. Like I said, you're already carrying low. The lower he gets, the worse it's going to be for you. Your hips are widening and preparing for you to give birth,