Wren
[Three Weeks Later]
‘Do not come to the MC, Ezra Jax. Send a picture and the address, I’ll come visit myself…with Pete, if necessary.’
That was the text Mitch sent after hanging up rudely on us, and we’ve not heard from him since. But I was relieved because we still have more time with Hannah.
She’s been living with us at Ezra’s for a couple days now, and it’s been perfect.
“Isn’t she adorable?” I coo at Ezra, pointing at Hannah who has MaryAnne in her lap while Quincy holds them both.
He smiles. “She is. She’d make a great big sister, one day.”
“You’re giving me a lot of hope there,” I chuckle nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“I’m telling you a fact, sweetheart. We’re gonna have more babies, but this time…I’ll marry you first.”
My cheeks flush. I can never get tired
