The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 32

Savage POV.

Another baby. We’re having another baby. It should freak me out, but it doesn’t. I have always known I wanted a bigger family. Being an only child kinda does that to you. Since I found those tests, something primal inside of me came out and I don’t let Angel out of my sight more than usual.

The women all say she is glowing, and she is, even though I know she doesn’t think she is. Every morning, she jumps out of bed and is throwing her guts up. Sick, shit, piss, and blood doesn’t bother me. So I’m right there, holding her hair and rubbing her back.

Angel always hated being sick, and that hasn’t changed. She always cries after she has been sick. I know she hates being vulnerable and showing weakness. So I do what I can to tell her it’s ok but I know she doesn’t believe me.

Tomorrow is Rebel’s third birthday and Angel is running around getting everything organised. The ole ladies and club girls are helping her. The men and I have been helping. I mean, what kind of men would be if we sat back and let the women do the heavy lifting? We would be pure shitheads. So Angel has been directing us.

The Moretti’s are due to arrive in an hour. They killed Crusher and sent the footage to his remaining members with a message that they wanted the other two men who raped Angel and, of course, Foxy.

Apparently Crusher gave up their names so Alpha team are out hunting. I want this sorted ASAP so we can relax and prepare for the arrival of the newest addition to the Jackson/Moretti family.

“Daddy, up.” I look down at my little princess, who has her arms up, making grabby hands at me. I chuckle as I scoop her up and place her on my hip.

“You excited, princess?” I ask her as she is taking in the main room with all the pink balloons and decorations. She claps her hands giggling as Boomer lays down at my feet. He is her protector. At first some of the men were unsure about him because of how he looks and his size, but he is a big softy with my girls.

“Yeah, Rebel excited, party.” I chuckle at her as Ice and Blaze chuckle, too. They all love her. She is an MC and mafia princess. She always lights up the room and it is funny seeing my men being so gentle with her.

She yawns, rubbing her eyes.

“Oh, is our lil prinny sleepy?” Tank walks over asking her, and she nods her head and another yawn escapes her mouth. I chuckle before I kiss her little head. I take her to her room and put her to sleep. I wait until she is out before I leave the room, leaving Boomer with her as we always do.

Walking to our bedroom, I grab the baby monitor and clip it to my belt as I re-enter the main room and find Angel looking exhausted. I walk over to her and hug her from behind, kissing her head.

“Come and rest for a while. The ole ladies and the club girls can handle it.” I say to her and she nods her head. That was super easy. I was expecting a fight with her. I know she is constantly tired and usually argues that she can do it. So this is not expected.

We sit down and I place her on my lap as I lazily draw circles on her lower back as she rests her head on my shoulder.

“Why don’t you go and have a nap?” she fights a yawn.

“I can’t. My family is arriving in less than an hour and you know I’m always cranky after a nap.” She says and I chuckle. Yeah, she is. Especially now that she can’t stomach coffee. She is like a tyrant without it. We even tried her with decaf and she was still sick.

Just the smell alone sets her off, so we all have to drink it elsewhere to not set her off. Some of the men grumbled, but they understood. I did tell them that it was only until she passed the morning sickness phase.

“Angel, the bouncy house has arrived.” Tasha, Tanks ole lady, tells her and Angel sits up with a groan.