Page 24 of Sam (Crow MC 2nd Generation #2)

ALLY

I’m laughing at the disgust on Sam’s face as we watch Alec cart Bren away. Most of the kids running around belong to those two, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we had another one join us before a year was out.

“You think that shit’s funny,” Sam grumbles, but I know he’s secretly happy that his best friend and sister are good and in a strong relationship.

Tilting my head on his shoulder, I look up at him with a smile. His arm tightens around my waist, and he returns my smile.

Cupping his cheek, I rub my thumb across the bristles. So many changes—Reaper and the older brothers stepping down, moving to the manor after renovations, having our babies.

While there had been a lot of changes, a lot had stayed the same. Sam’s unfailing love for me and our babies being one of them. Not a day has gone by that he doesn’t remind me how much he loves me. I couldn’t ask for a better husband and Old Man.

“Beautiful,” Sam taps my thigh, “you think those two making more babies is funny?”

“Depends,” I respond. Moving to my knees, I swing a leg over his thighs and sink down onto them so that I can see his face. Resting my hands on his shoulder, I play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Depends on what?” he wants to know.

Leaning forward, I place my lips on his with a soft kiss, then lean my forehead against his.

“Depends on whether or not you want our baby to have a playmate the same age,” I tell him.

His eyes widen and lower to my belly. I’m not that far along, so there’s not much to see. His big hands move from gripping my hips to cupping my belly.

“You giving me another baby, beautiful?”

Sniggering, I tell him, “Seems like. Remember when I told you antibiotics would mess with my birth control and you said, ‘Don’t worry, baby, I’ll pull out,’ and then didn’t? This one is all your fault, Sam Crow.”

Sam grins and joins me, laughing, wrapping me up in his muscular embrace. He gathers me close, kissing me until I don’t know my own name. When he lets me up for air, his smile lights up my world, and I have to tell him, “Love you so much, Sam.”

Resting his forehead against mine, there’s a wealth of love in his tone when he tells me, “Love you so much, Ally, you make me happy. I count myself lucky that you’re my forever.”

THE END

This isn’t the end of Sam and Ally.

There is no way we can have a Crow/O’Shea wedding without a book to see what they all get up to.