EPILOGUE
A spontaneous party was brewing at the clubhouse, and Loki had Abby propped on his lap as he fed her munchies. Her appetite was off the charts. His hand drifted over Abby’s t**s and skated over her ribs to settle on her round belly. She was five months pregnant, and not one day passed when he didn’t send up a prayer of thanks for his old lady. They decided the next one would be an adoption. Loki’s luck had turned when he met her, and life had only gotten better from that moment on. After much pressure and implementing an organized line of seduction, he’d finally convinced her to buy a condo together.
Who would’ve thought that he’d be insisting on marrying her, tolerating her eye rolls and hippie arguments about how “love was enough.” She didn’t want a big fanfare, although he su
