Thriving Together book 1 (complete)

Chapter 17 Shelley, Trace

I wake and trace has sent the kids to school despite their arguing but i was asleep so i didn't hear any of it i wake to see him sitting next to me with my cheque book frowning i look to him

"why you have my cheque book" i ask she turns it around and i see the receipt for the new car and bike

"oh" i say smiling like I'm a sweet little girl

"oh" he repeats like he is mocking me

"nice ride huh" i say fiddling with my shirt

"that it is baby" he says this but the tone isn't as sweet as the words.

"yeah and the colour of the car look damn right awesome" i say pinching my self

"that is it" man what is it with him and this one damn sentence

"they will be working this off" he says chucking the cheque book on the bed

"like hell they will" i say frowning and pissed of this catches him of guard

"1 your son has helped me more than you the last month then your daughter has been through hell plus i made Cory cry plenty of times poor kid and they have helped me when ever i ask for it i mean when ever hell last week angel was in therapy and i needed rose to take me to the shops coz you had my car and she was happy to so what plus you have to be nice" i say

"i have to be nice" he repeats

"yes yes you do after last night" i don't get to finish i am greeted with a smile and a hand raised as he knew i had him by the balls damn men.

"fine just this once but baby no more they have fancy ass rooms and transport now no more if they want something they have to deserve it"

"but they do" i say arguing making him run his hands over his face

"love you" i say smiling

"come here" he says dragging me to him.

After awhile the doctor sends me home. trace actually let cory ride his ride out to the house while trace took me in the car. we talked about the twins and then he talked to me about how he had ruff time as he had no women to help. the stories i have heard are not pleasant when it comes to his ex but i never talk about it.

Trace Pov

Shelley is 20 weeks pregnant and at this point the men of the club have become her pregnancy support team I've had men even put her before me not that i am complaining but she has over 30 men buying her chocolate teddies and helping her with every task. they fight to take her to work as I've banded her driving and you know what my possessive side has gone in over drive. i fucking hate it and i swear her and the guys to it on purpose like the other day she was making her self food in the kitchen and grave my sarg in arms asked how his babies were doing she fucking giggled and patted his shoulders and told him they where active as all hell and they will find out if they are boys or girls or one of each so i had to stop that shit.

"mine" i growl in a unhuman tone, she has the ordacity to look me in the eye and smile like she won the lottery i am nearly 100% sure me being overboard possessive has her wet and ready but i try not to think about that.

"baby" she says bouncing on her toes to kiss my cheek

"leave" i command grave who mind you is pissing him self laughing shelley has her back to me and i wrap my arms around her waist and my hands possessively on our children.

"you miss me" i ask in her ear as I've been gone for two days

"ahhh had loads of men at my disposal" she says but i know the way her jaw is set she is biting her lip so I'm aroused and pissed of