Violet
Standing here at Butcher and Natalie’s gender reveal.
I still couldn’t believe how much could change in only a couple of weeks.
A couple of weeks ago, Natalie had walked into my house six months pregnant with Butcher’s baby.
I’d nearly fallen over when I realized the woman carrying my brother-in-law’s child was one of my oldest friends.
Now I was standing at the Hell Riders clubhouse.
Surrounded by family, friends, bikers, babies, and enough food to feed a small army.
While we waited to find out whether Butcher had made himself a son or a daughter.
Personally?
I was hoping for a girl.
Not because I cared either way.
I just desperately wanted to watch Butcher discover what it felt like to have a daughter.
Doom already had two.
The man acted like Faith and Zoey would neve
