The Biker's Fate Chapter 210

"We've just never been pushed like that before. It's a lot. I feel fairly confident with dressage and the jumping, but the eventing? Holy crap, that's a little scary. What if Fozzie falls and kills me... or refuses and throws me over his head? What if he slips and breaks a leg?"

Knight sat up and wrapped his arms around me, guiding me back onto the mattress. "No one on the team, and I mean, no one, Kim, has a bond with their horse the way you do with Fozzie. Even me and Apollo, and I raised that horse from a colt. We'll walk the course the day before and you'll know what you're up against before the actual event. I have all the confidence in the world in you, sugar. You might even medal."

I slapped his chest. "Don't jinx it."

He chuckled. "Did you know that the last time America won an individual medal in dressage was at the 1936 games?"

"No, I didn't know that."

"I think it's highly likely you'll do it. If anyone can, you can. I've watched you go through the movements with Fozzie and I've yet to see a mistake."

"No pressure," I grumbled.

Knight smiled. "No pressure, just admiration."

I grinned, kissing him. "Okay, admire me some more, but do it dirty-like."

He flipped me on my back and kissed my neck. "Anything for you, sugar."

We almost missed the doorbell, but after Knight paid for the food, he came back to admire me dirty-like.

The day of Dani's shower arrived, and I was up early which meant she was as well. My bestie was not a happy camper, but I could tell she was trying to be. This past week had been a busy one for me, considering I quit my job, only giving Doug a week's notice (he pissed and moaned, asking me to give him a month, but I told him he was lucky to get a week). My final shift ended at two o'clock Saturday morning, so I was functioning on less than six hours of sleep... not fun, but not impossible for me.

"Danielle Carver, sit your butt down," I ordered for the umpteenth time when she tried to help me.

"I was just—"

"I know what you were trying to do, but we've got it covered," I argued, handing paper plates to Payton.

Payton was married to Hawk and she was helping with the shower, along with the rest of the "old ladies," including Cassidy and Darien.

"Seriously Dani, sit down," Payton ordered, guiding her to the sofa.

"But—"

"Sit down!" four female voices snapped.

Dani groaned and took her seat, rubbing her belly as she scowled at me.

I grinned and handed her a bottled water. "Hydrate."

"I hate being idle."

"Yep, I get it, honey, but enjoy it while you can," Payton ordered. She would know. Hawk had Lily from a previous relationship, but they also had a baby who was about six months old. He was currently napping in Dani's spare bedroom while Ace and Cassidy's son, Maverick, was being watched by the men.

She sighed. "Okay, fine."

Booker and Dani's condo was in a high-rise, doorman secured building with an incredible view of the water and it wasn't far from mine... although, their view was way better. We'd set up a couple of long folding tables in front of the large picture windows that spanned the living room, covered them with tablecloths and set out the food I'd had catered for the party. Since it was a little chilly, we had the fireplace going and Dani had the seat of honor next to it... not that she wanted to stay in it.

A feisty bellow sounded through the baby monitor and Payton shook her head. "This one-hour nap thing is getting old," she said. "I thought babies slept for longer than this."

"Mav did." Cassidy giggled. "Hunter must be going through a growth spurt."

"No kidding. He's eating every two hours right now." Payton laid her hands over her chest. "My boobs are killing me. I'll be right back." She headed toward the back of the condo to take care of her son and the rest of us got back to work.

A few hours later, after cake and presents, I was guiding a dozen women through games, but we were laughing hysterically and couldn't seem to finish one without someone spilling a drink (those of us not pregnant or breastfeeding were already a little tipsy) or tripping over the yarn we were using to figure out how big Dani was. Without warning, Dani let out a startled squeak and at first I didn't think anything of it, but Macey, a registered nurse who lived in Dani's apartment building, rushed to her side. "Dani?"

"I think I peed myself," she said.

Macey helped her shift and shook her head. "Your water just broke, honey."

"What? No, I have another three weeks."

I set down the yarn and knelt beside her. "I'll call Booker and we'll get you to the hospital."

Controlled chaos ensued as the women got to work. Macey and I helped Dani clean up and then we walked her down to my car and drove her to the hospital. Booker met us there, frazzled and concerned about his wife, but relieved when he saw her. "Hey, baby. What's this being early shit?"

Dani giggled, gasping when a contraction hit. "Talk to your son."

He stroked her face. "Oh, I plan to."

I let Dani and Booker get settled, giving them some time alone before I joined them, and I was grateful when Knight arrived right before she was ready to push. I met him in the hallway, accepted a kiss and the burgers he'd grabbed for me and Booker just as Warren, Dani's dad, made a beeline for me, hugging me before releasing me to head back in to Dani. Dani's mom was in the room with us as well, while the rest of her family waited anxiously in the waiting room with the majority of the Dogs.

Four hours later, Cash Warren Carver was born, healthy and happy, and over seven pounds despite being early. Dani and Cash would stay in the hospital for a couple of days, so, inspired by the gorgeous little baby, I took my man home and fucked his brains out.