Page 32 of Mama & Pops
“Um, I’m not really sure?”
“Let’s get you undressed so you can be comfortable as you can be. Then I’ll get the rest of it ready.”
“Might want to hurry.” This time, I couldn’t contain the cry that tore from my throat. The pain was nearly unbearable. Nothing I’d ever experienced prepared me for what just hit me.
“Yep.” Pops’s curt reply was all I heard before the pain crested. Someone let out a long, pained yell before gentle hands pulled me upright so they could pick me up and carry me to the nest.
Pops moved over me, propping my head up and putting a blanket over my naked body. I’d put a birthing kit together shortly after we’d left Somerset several months ago. Everything we’d need to deliver this baby ourselves was in a backpack I’d taken great care with. Blankets. Surgical scissors. Umbilical clips. And a gentle cleanser to clean the child after she was born. Because there was no way I wasn’t having a girl. Just to annoy Pops. It was the least he deserved for knocking me up and making me go through this horrid pain…
Another hole was ripped in my abdomen. At least, that’s what it felt like. The contraction seemed to go on forever and it felt like something was trying to tear me apart from the inside out.
“Mama?” Pops hurried to kneel in front of me, crouching so he could see the gaping maw where a watermelon was trying to push its way out of my fucking pussy!
“Get this fuckin’ thing outta me! Fuckin’ shit!” I yelled, then strained as I screamed. Pops reached between my legs just as I pushed a second time.
“Hold up! Hold up!”
“Don’t you fuckin’ tell me to fuckin’ hold up! What the fuck, Pops? You fuckin’ hold up!” And I pushed again. Until Pops smacked the inside of my leg.
“I said stop!”
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that!”
“You can. Hold your breath five seconds.” Then he proceeded to count while he got everything ready to bring our child into the world. I’d coached him on this at least a hundred times. Gone over every possible scenario I thought I could teach him to help me live through it. I knew what he was doing down there and why he was instructing me not to push and enforcing his order. But Goddamn, nothing had ever hurt this bad or been this urgent! I’d delivered a few babies in country, but this was nothing like they teach you. And Goddamn them for not accurately describing the kind of pain a woman is in when she births a baby anyway! Buncha Goddamned motherfuckers every fuckin’ one of ‘em.
“OK, now push, Mama. Push!” Pops was looking down where his hands were between my legs. As he told me to push, he got this big shit-eating grin on his face. Which was just a little bit more than I was ready to take.
So I kicked him in the face. The bastard just took it and laughed. So, I kicked him again.
“Go ahead, little mama. Kick me if you gotta. But I’d really like to meet my son.”
“Not a boy! It’s a girl! And she’s gonna give you complete hell, and I’m gonna help her slip out of the house to go fuck her boyfriend just to drive you crazy!”
“We bettin’?” He grinned up at me.
“I’m gonna kick your AAAAAAHHHH!”
Yeah. Not my finest moment.
Our son, Kurt, was born at three in the morning on Christmas Eve. Child was close to ten pounds of screaming, demanding, baby boy. I loved him from the moment I first held him. Hardest thing I ever had to do in my life was watch the man that baby had grown into disappear much the same way Pops and I had. He severed all ties with us. It wasn’t until decades later we were reunited with a part of my son. Celeste Pleasant and her daughter -- our granddaughter and great granddaughter -- would come back into our lives. Thanks to some old friends.
And another devil.
Yeah. Life has funny ways of sneaking up on you.
So what did the future hold for us? We helped build a motorcycle club from a bunch of ragtag veterans to a force to be reckoned with.
But it wasn’t just us.
Rylan “Ry” Gill would become president of Bones MC. He and his woman had one son, Joe Gill, who eventually took the name Cain and made a great MC president in his own right. He also started the company ExFil, a paramilitary organization that specialized in protection and extraction. That company, along with a bar called the Boneyard, kept the club financed well.
Ian “Mac” McGregor became vice president of Bones for a while. When drugs started moving steadily from Florida to Kentucky and Ohio, Mac took a few members of Bones to Palm Beach, Florida to start his own club. Mac was going to make it a second chapter of Bones MC but thought they’d be too far away to make that relationship work. So he started a new club and named it Salvation’s Bane. Most members of Bane worked for ExFil, including Mac’s son, Colin, who took the name Thorn. Thorn would go on to become president of Salvation’s Bane.
Alex and Gracie’s son, Abraham, had a son named Derrick. He took the name Shadow and became a patched member of Bones. Along the way, in Oklahoma, he would befriend a scruffy kid named Stunner. Stunner would catch the attention of a young El Diablo. Liam took over for his father as El Diablo, The Devil, for the Brotherhood. I have no proof, but I’m pretty sure Liam intended for Stunner to replace him since he had no male children. At least, not at the time. Stunner married Cain’s daughter, Suzie, and later became sergeant at arms of Bones after Bohannon left to start a sister chapter in Nashville.
Liam Rodrigues did indeed follow in his father’s footsteps, becoming the most feared assassin in the world. He held the title of El Diablo longer than anyone in the history of the Brotherhood. Liam was also the man to put a crack in the mystique of the Brotherhood. As of the present day, the organization that once ruled the world from the shadows was splintering and warring with itself. Which suits El Diablo fine. They leave him and his city alone. They leave all those El Diablo claims as his alone.
Mitch Bohannon had a son, Gage Bohannon. Bohannon became sergeant at arms for Bones after Cain took over as president.