Page 103 of Peer & Coco

Epilogue

Three years later —

"Slag. Slag. Slag," chanted the Slag Motorcycle Club members.

Peer put his arm around Coco's waist. The baby in her stomach kicked his hand, already showing a stubborn streak.

She looked up at him, laughing. "What are we celebrating?"

"A good life." He raised his beer bottle in the air.

"You guys are crazy." She leaned against his side and yawned. "Norwegians find any excuse to party."

It'd taken seven years for the battle in Norway to end. The Mother Chapter claimed victory over the other clubs trying to take control of the territory and as the chaos ended in their homeland, so had the need for the Seattle and Portland Chapters to supply them with extra money and weapons.

Slag would always steal from other motorcycle clubs. It was entertainment as much as it offset the money they earned running The Fire Ring and the numerous outside jobs held by the majority of the members. But the schedule would slow, the danger would ease. At least for a while.

Coco patted his stomach, looking down the alley. "Look, Lizzy came."

Hanne ran toward the clubhouse door ahead of her mom. Lizzy carried an infant car seat at her side.

"Whistle, mister," said Coco.

Peer put two fingers in his mouth and rent the air with a sharp trill. Coco laughed when Lizzy's head came up and searched the crowd, finding her and waving.

Coco motioned her over. At Lizzy's approach, she said, "You changed your mind. I thought you weren't coming."

Lizzy put the car seat on the ground. "Roar came busting in the house and told me to get dressed because Slag was having a celebration, so here I am. Looking fat, tired, and probably not fully dressed."

"Oh, stop it." Coco held her arms out to her sides. "If anyone is fat, it's me."

"You're beautiful, plus you're pregnant." Lizzy pressed her hands to her breasts. "It's almost feeding time."

"Let's get you two inside." Peer reached down and picked up the handle of the carrier holding Roar and Lizzy's new baby. "Tyr and Hanne are probably tearing the place apart by now."

At four years old, his son believed himself invincible. No surface was too high, and he had a hell of an arm on him. He'd already broken the front window of the house throwing a rock in the yard, requiring a late-night repair.

Coco trailed after him, trying to get a glimpse of the baby under the blanket in the car seat. She wouldn't have long to wait to hold her own child. The due date was three weeks away.

This time, he'd be there every second to see his baby girl arrive in the world.

"How's Joakim sleeping?" asked Coco.

"Three hours at a time." Lizzy opened the clubhouse door and let Coco and Peer walk with the baby inside first. "I remember thinking that was a long stretch when Hanne was little, but with two of them now, I'm exhausted. I can't wait to get six hours at a time."

Roar joined them, taking the car seat, and putting it up on the table. Lizzy picked up their son and cradled him in her arms, showing his face to everyone that was gathering around.

He stepped away from the table and cupped the back of Coco's neck, wrapping his finger in the hair at her nape. She'd changed her style again last week. Leaving it to her shoulders and wearing her bangs off to the side. It was hotter than hell on her.

"Have you seen Tyr?" she asked.

He pointed across the room. His son and Hanne played with several other Slag kids.

She smiled, shaking her head. "The best thing that kid has is the club. Look at Nita and Holly hovering over all of them."

He chuckled. His son had many people in his life who loved him. For Tyr, Portland was home.

"Oh, look at Joakim. He looks exactly like Roar." Coco laughed. "All he needs is his hair in a braided mohawk."