He pulled me into his arms and squeezed me tight. “You just gave me the best wedding present anyone could ever ask for.”
“I’m glad to do it.”
“I hope it’s a girl, and she looks just like you.”
I laughed. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a boy.”
“Oh Lord, another Malloy to raise hell.”
With a shake of my head, I argued, “No. The Malloy boys’ days of raising hell are over. The last one officially becomes an old married man tomorrow and a father in seven months.”
Bishop grinned. “You’re right. My son will have a different future.”
“But I’m sure he’ll want to ride bikes and patch in to the Raiders.”
“You don’t mind?”
I stared into Bishop’s eyes. At one time, the prospect of a child of mine joining an MC would have been absolutely unthinkable to me. The last thing on earth I would ever have wanted was for my son to be a biker. But times change and people change.
“No. I don’t mind. We’re going to need a good, solid generation of Raiders to keep the new traditions alive.”
“I totally agree.”
Bishop slid his arm around my waist and led me to the car—and to the new future that awaited us as husband and wife and mother and father.