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Viva la vida loca!

Epilogue

Sylvia

It turned out I was three months pregnant when I took the pregnancy test back in October. Gotta say, a nine-month pregnancy flew by at lightspeed when there were only six months to go before having a baby.

A year ago this July, I had escaped a forced marriage with a Mafia man I’d never met. I’d been the innocent-virgin part of a deal, my older brother Miguel, had promised Leo Costa to form their alliance.

Thank God for the dear nuns who had loved me for more than half my life. They’d sacrificed everything to help me get away, and that was when my path collided with the most incredible man, Andy Garcia, president of the Kings of Anarchy MC in Northern California.

On the outside, Andy came across as grumpy and ruthless. He was definitely both, when necessary, but he had a heart of gold, too.

Across the dining room table, I watched him holding our newborn son and chatting with Slay. Every time I saw him with our baby, I melted.

When Chance David Avila Garcia was born two weeks ago, our world became a million times better.

There was nothing more precious than having a baby boy. But having a badass biker daddy be an active participant in caring for our son, it made life more magnificent.

“Vee, my boy Chance has a poopy diaper.” He stood with the baby and headed out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do you want me to come help?” I asked, ready to get up from the chair.

“Nope, I got it. You rest and finish your dinner. He’s gonna want to eat soon.” He kept better track of Chance’s feedings than me, and even had a chart for how many times he peed and pooped each day.

“Is he actually going to change a diaper all by himself?” Slay asked, appearing slightly concerned.

“I think he’s better than me. He does all the nighttime diaper changes.” I paused for a second. “Actually, he does most of the daytime diaper changes, too.”

“Prez is a rockstar dad.”

“He is the best dad.” I smiled dreamily, thinking about how lucky I was to have a man who wasn’t squeamish about dirty diapers.

“I’m home,” Mama Virgie called. “And I brought a friend.”

I glanced at Slay as I finished off my carne asada burrito.

He shrugged like he was saying who knows then took a large bit of his burrito.

I loved this MC family, and the food from Tequila’s Taqueria. We literally had tacos every day because Andy was addicted to them. If I wasn’t breastfeeding a million times a day, I’d be worried about putting on a bunch of weight.

“Look who I brought.” Mama Virgie appeared with Slay’s secret obsession, Cass.

“Hi, Silvia. Slay.” Cass waved at us. “I have a gift for baby Chance.” She handed me a giftbag. “Now he can have his own library.”

“Aww, how sweet. Thank you.” I peeked into the bag. Cass owned a café in town with a used book section. When business was slow, she could be found reading. “Jefe is changing the baby’s diaper, but they should be back soon for you to see him.”

I watched Cass, expecting a reply but her attention was on Slay.

My gaze ping-ponged between them. It was so obvious they were interested in each other, but Cass hid her feelings better than him.

Slay’s phone chimed, and it jerked Cass out of her dream-like haze.

“So, is motherhood everything you imagined it would be?” she asked, forcing herself to look at me. Those two cracked me up so much. Like just give in already.

“Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect, which was probably a good thing. We have a lot of sleepless nights.”

“Slay, did you get the alert?” Andy hollered from the other room.