Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 212

Fixer’s last POV

Today, being our anniversary, I found I have been going down memory lane, some good, some not so good.

Tank was the first good thing that came into my life since Grandpa died, and the many changes that happened, all in our first year together.

I became mega-rich, but I wasn’t like Gramps, trying to control it all. I let others do the work; all I had to do was either agree or disagree with suggestions and let things take their course. Uncle Simon had helped a lot in that regard. He helped me set up watchers, those keeping an eye on the managers and people who want power, ensuring all went according to how I wanted it, and not ripping me off. Now, I spend maybe twenty hours a week on paperwork, the rest with my children, and the club duties.

When Blaze wanted to make Jenny his, and give her his cut, and she agreed to take it, we did a double celebration, Jenny getting her man and my twenty-first. The club grounds were packed with friends, visiting club members, and my grandparents. To my surprise, Gramps even wore his old cut, which he had kept all these years in his closet. He was held in high esteem; even Grams behaved and wasn’t her usual snobby self, although she didn’t wear her cut. The club welcomed them like family, though some were shocked when they arrived by helicopter and found out they were my grandparents. I don’t think the club has ever had so many at the grounds like that, and all behaved and enjoyed a two-day celebration. We had their cut first, then my birthday cake.

My first child, what a memory, Jenny was their when I started labour, and quickly got the nurse who was now living at our home involved, setting us a water birth, I was in labour all night, and delivered him at home early hours of the morning, I think I might have broken a bone or two on Tank’s hand when I squeezed it so tight, but he never complained, just shook out the pain and gave it back for the next round. The doctor arrived about an hour before the delivery. The nurse had called him to say I was close, and now was a good time to arrive

Uncle Simon and Savage paced the floor, and Tandy was there too, outside the room, which I had set up for the birth. Tandy had my Gramps on the phone, talking to him every half hour as I progressed through the night. He had the phone on speaker so he could hear the baby’s first cries. Tank, in shorts, was soaked to the skin and had the honor of cutting the cord. It was a long, messy night, and I decided not to have water births for any future children. The colour of the contents of that bath was my water when it burst, blood, and who knows what else. It looked gross and was not something I wanted to see again. Home birth was fine, water birth, not my thing, tried it, and well yeah, nope, not again. My second came too quickly to make it to the hospital, so he was a home birth too. Jenny delivered the baby. It was one heck of a night. I had been in labour for a couple of hours, thinking I had plenty of time, and was about to head downstairs and into the car, when I felt the urge to push. Jenny had no choice but to step in, while the nurse called the doctor to get here fast. The next one I had at the hospital, all calm and ready for anything, it was old hat by then.

Jenny, or should I say Nightingale and Blaze, still live with us. We never wanted to be apart, having been through so much together. Blaze loved the idea; he could walk back here from next door at a moment’s notice if Nightingale needed him. Uncle Simon, and they are the only ones that still live here.

Zero moved to one of the cottages on the club grounds. Melony saw it when walking around the grounds and fell in love with it. They moved in before Zero even asked her to be his, but we all knew once he had staked a claim, she was always going to be his. He would have never let her go. They are blooming over there; they were the sort that wanted their own space, where I don’t mind company. Tank also enjoys others staying the night Our best nights were when Uncle Simon, Tandy, and his family, Nightingale, and Blaze were all here for dinner. The more the merrier, even with all those children, screaming and running about having fun, was great, quiet nights, almost never happen, and I think I would be lost if I didn’t hear the kids squabbling about something, or Tank calling them to settle down, which of course they don’t for long. They are too full of energy. Prez and Sticks moved to a place closer to town, and a friend of theirs died, leaving them his house. They renovated the house and brought new furnishings before they moved in. They are loving living out there, a place they owned, not that Prez couldn’t afford one of his own; he had a fair bit of money, but never felt the urge to move, so being gifted one was the push he needed to make that move, Sticks loves to entertain in her home, and will invite different members over, for dinner, and keep a closer bond to the club members.

We still have numerous bike runs; more often, it was just the men. They try at least once a month to go on overnight rides; others plan long weekends with their wives, and, like today, a fun day with all the children. It’s hard to have a ride that includes the children, so we organise days at different club grounds so we all get a turn to host a family get-together. It helps with club bonding; we don’t want a Jones gang issue again, and that’s never far from people’s minds.

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