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The others laughed.
“So, do you guys know if it's a boy of girl yet?” Ethan asked.
“Delilah wants it to be a surprise. Honestly, I don’t care about the gender as long as the baby is healthy.”
“Yeah, you won't care until she’s sixteen and you have to pull out a shot gun to ward off the boys.” Axel looked at Dominic. “Sorry, bro.” He patted Dominic on the back playfully and everyone laughed.
“You guys did see me at sixteen, right?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but that’s different, it was something out of the ordinary. But one thing I can say right now is that even if there is an untimely death, we will take care of each other's families,” Nate said.
“For sure.”
“No doubt.”
“You got that right.”
“So, Dean,” Leo looked at Dean, “Seb tells us that you got a job at a marketing company.”
“Yup, it’s nothing fantastic, but I get to save while staying here, I help with the bills, and I’m able to pay him back something each month for paying off my loan.”
“Wait, Delilah was serious about that?” Vincent asked.
Dean nodded. “As a heart attack.”
“And she checks every month to make sure it's in, too.” I laughed.
“But, she's right, though. I got myself in that mess. Paying it back every month reminds me to think before making choices, and if It's too big for me to handle, I have a large group of friends I can come to for help.”
“I’m just glad that everything worked out in the end,” Dominic said.
About three months after Hawthorne’s arrest, Hawthorne was killed in a brawl in jail while waiting for trial, and Obsidian was found overdosed in one of Hawthorne’s hotels after a raid. Two men were eliminated.
“Hey Sebastien, can I see you for a second?" Emily asked as she walked out on the back patio.
I shot up from my chair. Was something wrong with Delilah?
As though she read my mind, she said, “Your wife is fine. She just needs you to help her with something.”
Emily went to sit next to Dominic while I made my way inside. Delilah was lying in the same position as when I last saw her. When she saw me, she smiled. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey, sweetheart, is something wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, per se,” she grinned. “But, I need help changing my clothes.”
“You did it again, didn’t you,” I grinned.
“I can’t wait to get my bladder back. A girl can’t even laugh in peace without wetting herself.”
“But Emily could’ve helped you change,” I said as I gently placed her feet on the ground and helped her stand.
“I know, but I wanted you.”
I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips before I helped her to the guest bedroom downstairs, which we had moved into since climbing the stairs was too much for her. Once she was seated, I quickly retuned to the living room, snatched the cushions, and placed them to the side; I’d deal with that later. I made my way back to Delilah, where I helped her get out of her wet clothes and helped her into dry ones.
Once she had changed, I led her out of the room, but instead of heading to the back porch, we headed down the hallway.
“Everyone’s outside. Where are you taking me?”