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Chewy

I stare up at Laney-May and give her a little smile. She doesn’t seem to be too frightened by all the people, and she seems to have taken to Rhodie quickly, settling into his big tattooed arms as if she was meant to be there. Shifting my gaze to my Ol Man, I feel my lips pull up into a wide smile, watching him talk quietly to the little girl in his arms. I know that he hasn’t really spent that much time one-on-one with the other kids, but I’ve watched his interactions with them in the past and he’s good with them. Just like he’s good with me. He’s calm and he reads people well. He knows when I’m upset or veering into over-stimulated. He knows how to make the world better.

He angles his head down to look at me and I stare up into his green eyes, eyes the same colour as Laney-May’s, and he grins. A big, wide smile, as he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead.

“You did good, baby, but don’t think I won’t tan your ass later on.”

“Wait, what for?” My brows pull down. What did I do this time?

“For going off on your own, risking your life to find this little girl.”

I rear back, hands on my hips, “I didn’t go off alone! I had Moss!” I spin to point at Moss who is backing toward the door, hands up, shaking his head.

“Don’t bring me into this! I told you he wouldn’t be happy,”

Rhodie glares in Moss’s direction, before rolling his eyes, “Thank you for having her back, Moss.”

He tips his head side to side. “Well, she did dangle a pretty fucking big carrot,” he smirks.

Rhodie raises his brow, the sign he wants an explanation. Before I can open my mouth Marx comes stomping over.

“Chewy, looks like you found what you were looking for,” he peers at Rhodie’s - I mean, our daughter, his beard pulling up in the corners. I think he might be smiling, but it’s hard to tell because I can’t see his teeth.

He reaches his thick finger out and gently touches Laney’s hand. I would call her by her full name but it’s quite wordy. I wonder if Rhodie wants to give her a new name? I look back at Laney and decide that no, that’s a terrible idea. Unless it’s not quite her real name. Maybe I should look into that? I’m about to wander off when I remember that I’m meant to be a mom now, and I guess I can’t just wander off. That’s going to make things a little tricky, but I’m sure with a good routine and schedule I’ll be able to make it work. Before I can arrange the next few hours in my mind my family comes striding toward me.

Shit. I forgot to tell them I was going to find Laney too. Whoops. As soon as Pops reaches me he pulls me into his arms and I snuggle in, wrapped up in the slightly talcum powdery smell of Pops. He also smells just a little spicy, which is whatever deodorant he wears, and it’s a smell that is all Pops.

“You did good, kid.” he whispers in my ear and I smile into his chest before he passes me over to Gus, who does the same thing.

Tav and Jules wait their turns, although Jules just wraps one arm around me and squeezes. He never has done full body hugs, well, other than with Violet and probably all those women he boned, but now that he has Juno he’s retired that side of him.

He stares down at me and we share a look. I know he’s trying to tell me that I can go to him if I need to decompress or ask about child related things, so I nod in understanding. Jules is perhaps the most like me, out of our siblings, so I know if I have an issue he’ll be able to help. Violet walks up to him, giving him a kiss before kissing Juno on the cheek and turning to me, which then dislodges the memory that I have Candice Rogers in the van outside.

“Oh shiiiiii-rts.” My gaze darts to Laney who doesn’t look like she cares that I almost swore. “I forgot Candice! She’s in the van. You’re welcome, Violet!”

Vi’s brows hit her hairline and Nat lets out a snort. “What a lovely present Chewy brought you, Vi.”

Vi’s look of shock fades until she grins at me. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Whoa whoa whoa! Cool your jets ladies!” Marx says, holding his hands up, as if he could hold us back. “First off, we need to get as much information out of her as we can. Chewy,” he turns toward me, “You’ve had a huge day, why don’t you go settle in with your new little family and we’ll take care of it for you.”

“Huh?” I ask, confused. What the hell is he talking about? I’m the DRMC Icer. It’s my job.

Well, actually, technically, it’s Rhodie’s job, but tomatoes, tomahtoes.

Marx steps a little closer, smiling softly down at me. “It’s late Chewy, probably close to Laney-May’s bedtime.”

My eyes flick to the little girl and notice that yes, her eyes are starting to droop a little. She’s snuggled into Rhodie’s hold, and I can’t imagine a better place to be.

“Oh yeah, good point. I never thought of that.” I shrug. “But, me and the girls get to work Candice over. The DRMC men don’t hurt women. But there’s nothing in the bylaws that the Ol Ladies can’t.”

“Oh hells yeah!” Blanche whispers under her breath. Tav curses under his.

“Oh yes yes yes!” Mira hops up and down, clapping in time with her “yeses”. “Oh this is gonna be sooooo good!”

“Babe, you are not going in there,” Tank grumbles and then backtracks under his breath when Mira whirls on him.

Nat and Remy are already animatedly talking amongst themselves about something they saw on a true crime documentary while Vi’s sisters, I have no idea why they’re still here, are sitting with Ana and Lovely talking about who knows what, but apparently, they want in, too.

Marx lets out a long sigh, his giant hand scrubbing down his hairy face. “Is there any way you’ll sit this one out?”

“No!” is replied by pretty much every woman in here.

Marx curses under his breath, before sharing a look with his brother, my Ol Man. “Chef, put our guest on ice. Chewy and the girls will visit her when they’re ready,”

I grin and give my Girl Gang a thumbs up. “Rendezvous here tomorrow at 4?”

“It’s a date!”

I grin and wave and throw thumbs ups over my shoulder as Rhodie shakes his head, leading me to our room and chuckling under his breath.

“Laney-May, your new momma is trouble.”

I can’t help but grin. Because yes, yes I am.

Rhodie

I lead my girls down the hall as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. I have no idea how the fuck my life came to this. I mean almost two years ago I was living my life, enforcing and fucking like my life depended on it. Now I have a woman I’d do anything for, and I mean anything if what happened at Christmas is any indication, and a kid. A kid that we knew nothing about until an Ex-Bratva freaky dude with visions told us that we had a kid out there. You couldn’t make this shit up.

Shaking the thoughts away I lead Chewy into our room, complete with a crib that Lovely assures me turns into a toddler bed when she outgrows it, and that weird ass UFO seat thing.

“Holy crap this looks great!” Chewy says, wide eyed. Then, as per Chewy she moves the crib just a little so it’s sitting more square in the room. “Oh wow! And a little rocking seat for Chomper!” She claps her hands and looks at me with a huge smile. So of course I smile and nod. I’m not a total asshole.

We stare at each other a moment, holding eye contact before Chewy’s gaze flits off, as usual. “So, what do we do now?” she whispers.

I freeze, because I was hoping she would know. “Ahhhhhh-”

“Knock knock,” Mama Debs calls gently from the hall before walking in, “I know this is your first night as a whanau - family, but thought I’d offer a hand just in ca-”

“Yes!” I call, almost desperately, “I mean, please, we just realized we’re not too sure what comes next.”

Mama Debs looks between me, Chewy and Laney-May, a gentle smile on her face. “Well, let’s see about getting the little one into the tub, a nice warm bath is always relaxing and it helps them settle down for sleep. Shall we start there?”

Chewy nods emphatically, and then watches intently as Mama Debs fills the bath, showing Chewy and me how to check the temperature and all that stuff. Undressing Laney felt a little weird. I mean, we’ve only just met, but Chewy had the idea to ask Laney if what we were doing was OK, and let her know that she was safe. I was so fucking proud of my woman, coming up with that solution that made us all a little more comfortable. The pride did a good job of tamping down the rage I felt that at no time did Laney complain. From what Chewy murmured to me of how she was found, I think Laney is used to lots of carers stripping her down for baths and what not. Well, that’s going to fucking stop right here, right now. From now on the only people bathing my kid will be me and Chewy, and Mama Debs on occasion if she and Pops are babysitting.

By the time the bath was done and Chewy and I had gotten Laney dried, moisturized and dressed the little girl was almost asleep. We stood over her little bed for far too long, watching her eyes slowly blinking, until her dark lashes rested on her chubby cheeks and her breath evened out.

“You did good, you two. You’re going to be the best parents little Laney could ever ask for,” Mama Debs whispered before laying a warm hand on my cheek, then Chewy’s. “Good night, I’ll see you for breakfast in the morning. We’ll show the little one just how big a family she has now.”

The door closes gently behind Debs and I lead my woman back into the bathroom, running the shower. Not saying a word I undress her, inch by inch her smooth skin comes into view, more beautiful than ever. Making sure the shower has heated up nicely I shuck my clothing, kicking my boots into the corner, before leading my woman into the hot water. I let the water pound down over her curls, then turn her back to me. Picking up her shampoo, I pour some into my palm, lathering it a little before massaging it into her thick, dark hair.

She lets out a little groan, and I ignore my hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks as I continue working the shampoo through her lengths.

“So, you’re not mad?” Chewy’s voice says around a moan as I dig my fingers in a little harder.

“Oh I’m pissed.” She tries to whirl around but I firmly turn her to face the wall. “Not at you. Well, maybe a little at you. But mainly them. Happy Values, Candice Fucking Rogers. That little girl out there would let us do anything we wanted to her. She has no sense of fear or wariness.”

Chewy nods in agreement. “Yeah. I researched it on the drive back. Any stranger anxiety she may have had would start to lessen at this age, however she seems more willing to attach herself to strangers than is normal,” Chewy murmurs.

I finish my ministrations and let her rinse her hair before reaching for the conditioner and starting again.

“What do you think we should do about it?” I whisper, not wanting to wake Laney with our loud voices.

“Well, once you rinse the conditioner I’m going to suck your fat cock and swallow your cum. Then tomorrow I’m going to learn all I can about looking after a toddler, and then I’m going to maim a bitch until I feel better about things.”

A smile curls my lips as I rinse the conditioner out as quickly as I can. “Fuck I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

Chewy grins up at me before sinking to her knees, licking her lips. Without using her hands she licks me from balls to tip, then back down, then up once more before engulfing my cock in her mouth. Her whiskey colored eyes gaze up at me, my length and width stretching her lips obscenely. I tuck a strand of wet hair behind her ear, then gently cup her face as my hips rock, sliding my length in and out of her hot little mouth.

Before long I’m fucking her with wild abandon, pumping my hips as she gags and spits on my cock like the dirty girl she is and I fucking love it. I can feel the tingle in the base of my spine, but I’m not going to cum down her throat, not tonight. Tonight I’m going to pound into her tight pussy, fucking out my frustrations until we’re both sated and calm.

Pulling my hips back so my cock leaves the tight suction of her mouth with a little pop, I lift her by the underarms until she’s standing. Turning her to the wall I drop to my knees, spread those plump cheeks and bury my tongue into her tight little asshole. We groan in unison as I keep tonguing her, my thick fingers parting her lips and running my finger from her wet hole to her clit, giving it a little pinch before travelling back the other way.

As usual my woman is dripping for me, and I can’t help but drink up some of her juices before standing, spreading her cheeks with one hand, and grabbing and slapping my cock against her pussy a couple of times. A gentleman always knocks! Rubbing the crown of my dick through her folds, I let it bump her clit once, twice, before angling back and pressing into her waiting core. In one rough thrust I’m balls deep and I know I’m not going to last. Although judging by Chewy’s whimpering and the way her pussy is spasming around my length, I don’t think she is either.

“Please, Rhodie, please fuck me,” Chewy murmurs quietly, bucking her hips back and forth, essentially fucking me.

“That’s it baby, fuck me just like that. I want you to cum on my cock, then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

She does exactly what I said, twerking all over me, fucking me, her hips working over my length until she explodes, biting into the meaty part of her hand to contain her wails so as not to wake anyone.

“Thats it, right there, fuck!” I growl, gripping her hips roughly as I pull her on and off my cock, my balls slapping rhymically as she bucks and grinds until her legs start to shake.

Fuck, mine feel weak too as I shoot load after load into my woman, painting her insides with my cum. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her back into me while we catch our breath.

“We are nailing this shit. We have a kid AND we just fucked,” Chewy grins holding her hand up for a high five.

“Fuck yeah we are.” I drop a kiss to her temple and then set about washing her all over again.

“Hey! We should have a team name. Or a family name or whatever.”

“OK babe, what do you suggest?”

“Well, some families join their names together.” Her face scrunches and I drop a kiss to her nose. “What about Team Ruesday? No, that’s shit. Rewy? Ohh, what about Chodie?”

I freeze, surely she knows what a chode is, right?

“Yeah, I like that. Chodie has a good ring to it.” She seems so pleased with herself and I just don’t have it in me to ruin it for her just yet. But I will. I refuse to have my family known as Team Chodie.

We finish up and dry off, and where we would usually sleep naked we both pull on underwear. Well I pull on my boxers, and Chewy pulls on my boxers and one of my tees. We gaze down at the little girl, fast asleep in the crib her family bought and built for her and we just….watch her.

“How long do you think is too long to watch someone sleep?” Chewy whispers, eyes on the little girl.

“Um, I’m not sure. Is it creepy that we’re still doing it?”

“Maybe? I mean, I stare all the time, so maybe I can do it for longer than you,” she shrugs.

“Hmm. Two more minutes then we go to bed.” I pull Chewy into my arms, and we spend the next two minutes with our thoughts and our eyes on our newest family member.

Oh OK, maybe it was ten minutes.