A Biker’s Tiny Present (Rebel Vipers MC Christmas Standalone)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

VIXEN

It’s been a crazy activity packed week in the Rebel Vipers MC and I’m ready for life to slow down just a smidge. It probably won’t for another seventeen years until Nicky becomes an adult, but even then there are no promises. If you ask his dad, our boy is going to start Prospecting the day he turns eighteen, so I can only imagine the stress and worry that stage of life will put me through.

But then again, even only knowing this rag-tag group of crass but sweet, grumpy but kind, harsh but gentle, fun-loving bikers, I wouldn’t want to raise Nicky anywhere else.

The Christmas holiday crashed into the club a bit harder than anybody predicted. Starting with a botched attempt at a bachelorette party, a couple of the Old Ladies and brides-to-be brought three male strippers, dressed as policeman, into the clubhouse. The night started fine when all of the Brothers loaded onto a party bus, headed for a strip club for the grooms-to-be’s bachelor party. From the way I heard it, they had just pulled into the parking lot when the two Prospects left behind to patrol the grounds, called the patched bikers and tattled.

All the grooms, and a few others who are coupled up, left their party before it even started and ended the lady’s night ahead of schedule, much to many of their dismay. Me? I thoroughly enjoyed Tiny coming back early. Nicky was spending the night with Sophie, so we had no need to keep quiet once we hit the sheets. Having to keep the noise level at a minimum because a baby is in the same bedroom isn’t always as easy as you’d think. The things Tiny does with his . . . let’s just say, the few nights we’ve spent at the clubhouse so far have been creative.

Yesterday, Christmas Eve, I got to witness a first for the club . . . four weddings and a vow renewal, all in one ceremony. Saying it was magical doesn’t even begin to describe the day. Between the decorations, the dresses, the vows, the baby bombshells dropped, the dinner and party afterward—I’m so beyond happy to have gotten to be a witness to it all.

Whiskey and Duchess.

Ring, Sunshine, and Steel.

Hammer and Angel.

Buzz and Star.

Mountain and Blue.

I haven’t been around long enough to know a lot about them all yet, but from the brief moments I’ve been in their company, I only can hope the love I have for Tiny looks as great from the outside as I witnessed yesterday.

After dinner I took Nicky up to bed and sat with him for a bit. Tiny came up a little while later, turned on the baby monitor, clipped the receiver to the front of his cut, and took me back down to the party. No amount of trying to convince him to leave me upstairs with the baby worked. Tiny insisted I dance a few songs with him, showing me another shocking but amazing facet of himself, and I couldn’t deny him when he growled dirty words in my ear, describing what he would do to me as a reward for dancing with him. He’s a very hard man to say no to.

I danced with him to four songs and walked away before the fifth could start. I made it less than three steps before I was in his arms and we were headed for the stairs. Impatient man that he is, his boots only hit every other step, and the next thing I knew I was falling face first onto the bed in our surprisingly childless bedroom. Every time I tried to ask where Nicky disappeared to, I was silenced by Tiny’s soft but aggressive lips. It wasn’t until I was floating back to Earth from my second orgasm that Tiny informed me Belle and Skynyrd had rolled his crib into the empty room across the hall and were watching him for the night. That was then followed up by orgasms three and four.

Tiny promised to go get him as soon as we woke up, and at seven-oh-five there was a knock at the door with Santa holding our little man. Tiny wore that sexy ass costume one more time, beard and all, so I could take a picture of Nicky on his first Christmas, and he only grumbled for a minute. As he changed Nicky’s diaper, I whispered in his ear what one of his Christmas presents was going to be, and his attitude about the suit did a complete one-eighty.

He offered to wear it when we went downstairs for breakfast, but I put the kibosh on that idea so as to not confuse any of the kids who still believed in the real Santa.

We just finished breakfast as a group, the entire club and all it’s members, family, and a few select friends who stayed the night after the wedding. Clean up is done in a jiffy with so many capable hands, so next thing I know, I’m being tugged down to sit beside Tiny on one of the many couches in the clubhouse main room. Nicky is in his lap, so I cuddle up to my guys and watch as everyone starts opening presents and enjoying each other’s company.

It's not long before a box appears in my lap. It’s actually the size of my lap, so that’s shocking at first, but it’s the smile on Tiny’s face that clues me in to what’s inside.

Yes, Tiny is smiling, and I can tell he’s happy, but the bead of sweat rolling down his temple is not a look I’ve seen him have yet.

“What did you do?” I nudge his shoulder with mine.

“It would’ve gotten here sooner, but I didn’t know you yet.” And there’s the full, sexy, charming smile I love to see.

“You are the sweetest.” I pucker up and lean over for a kiss.

“Are ya gonna open it?” Opal, Sunshine, Steel, and Ring’s daughter asks as she hustles past. She’s got a new toy in each hand and is showing them to anyone who will listen to her story about her momma having two brothers in her belly.

“Yea, are ya?” Tiny holds Nicky up in front of his mouth and pretends like he’s the one asking.

I start by carefully tugging and sliding the red ribbon off the box, careful not to break it, and set it aside. I’m sentimental about that kind of stuff and keep important mementos in a special box in my closet at home.

Next comes the fun part, ripping off the wrapping paper like you’re five again. Not bothering to find an edge, I scratch the paper with my nails and dig in. The white paper was concealing a cardboard box, and I have it open in a flash.

Giving myself a moment to soak in what this means, I don’t realize that the room has gone silent until Teddy, Sunshine’s dog, barks and I look up. All eyes are on me.

“Merry Christmas, Vixen.” Tiny says the words I’ve been waiting all day to hear.

Threading a hand around the back of his neck, I pull him down to me for this kiss. I keep it PG, because kids, duh, but a gentle kiss is no less meaningful to me.

“Merry Christmas, Tiny.” One more kiss and I put my attention to inspecting the contents of my gift.

On top lays a skeleton key necklace, a new Old Lady tradition I learned that started with Whiskey getting Duchess hers. The top of the key of each necklace is different, each symbolizing the couple’s special relationship. Duchess has a crown, Sunshine has three circles, Angel has wings, Raven has a Celtic design, Blue has interlocking hearts, and Star has you guessed it, a star.

Mine though is different than the rest. My key is just a simple silver skeleton key, no embellishments or designs, but what’s dangling from the necklace chain next to it is what makes it special.

A Santa hat.

“It’s to remember the day we met.”

I can’t help but smile at my big softie. “As if I could ever forget.”

“If you forgot already, you might wanna go see a brain doctor or somethin’,” Mountain cracks a joke from the couch to our left. “It was only not even two weeks ago.”

That sends the whole room into a wave of laughter and good natured ribbing.

Hearing the joke from Mountain almost feels like he’s giving us his seal of approval. There’s no one else in this room who proposed to his woman after only knowing her for three days, so if anyone knows what it’s like to fall in love fast—it’s him.

Next comes out a brand new leather cut with the green snake slithering out of a skull centered on the back. The top rocker reads REBEL VIPERS MC , then across the bottom rocker PROPERTY OF TINY is stitched. I flip the cut over and my new name, one I love so much, is stitched on a white patch with black letters.

VIXEN.

After a morning and afternoon of fun with the club, Tiny and I bundle up Nicky and head home. Today is also a special day for someone in our house, even though I don’t think he knows that I know.

December twenty-fifth is Tiny’s birthday. He turned forty-six today and never said a word.

The only reason I found out, four days ago, is because I happened to find his wallet on the bathroom floor. We had just finished a steamy shower together and I was cleaning up our mess. Tiny’s cell phone was ringing when we resurfaced, so whoever called was occupying his time. I picked up his jeans and his wallet was on the tile. I didn’t really mean to peek, although who wouldn’t be curious when you’re living with someone and such basic life information hadn’t yet come up in conversation. I know I told him mine.

I had no idea what to get Tiny for Christmas, so the secret I’ve been keeping from him suddenly had a use. I knew exactly what to give him.

We’re sitting in the living room, the decorations and Christmas tree lights are all shining brightly, when I decide now is the time . . . the time to address the secret.

“Tiny?” I try to snag his attention as he’s putting together a ride-on toy that we got Nicky for Christmas. It’ll be a couple months before he can use it, but when Tiny brought it home two days ago, I couldn’t be mad.

“Yes?” he replies, nose still buried in the instruction manual. I’ve learned that Tiny is the anti-cliché man when it comes to reading directions on things. He will read every page, and lay out every piece, before he starts assembling whatever he’s building. This is the third toy he’s battled through in the last hour and I have to say I’m pretty damn proud of him.

“Nicky is awake from his nap. Can you grab him from his crib please? I need to get up and figure out what to make for dinner.”

“Just one sec. One more bolt to tighten and the dump truck is ready to go.” A few twists of the wrench and he’s got the toy on all four wheels. He puts all the plastic bags and packaging inside the giant cardboard box the truck came in, then heads for the garage to add it to the pile that needs to get broken down before garbage pick-up next week.

“Thank you, my love,” I call out as he walks down the hall toward Nicky’s room. As soon as he disappears from sight, I jump up. The anticipation is killing me as I wait for him to see it.

I can hear him talking to Nicky, but can’t make out the words until . . . “Vixen!”

“Yea?” I call back.

“Is there somethin’ you need to tell me?”

“I don’t know.” I’m trying to hold in my laugh, but I can’t. “Why? Did Nicky say something?”

“Not exactly say,” Tiny leaves the bedroom, holding Nicky straight out in front of him like he’s a bomb. Although I do see how the shock he just got, probably could be seen as a bomb of sorts—a truth bomb. “But his shirt is screamin’ at me pretty loudly.”

Across the front of the black long sleeve onesie that Nicky has on, is a message he wanted to share.

Dear Santa, Next Christmas I want to be a big brother.

Tiny stops in mere inches from me. I take Nicky because I feel bad for the nugget, just hanging out mid-air while your dad tries to unscramble his brain.

“Happy Birthday, dad.”

“What’s goin’ on? Did I miss somethin’?”

“If you saw the shirt, you’ve seen it all.”

“Are you—” he looks at Nicky’s shirt, then at me, looks at Nicky’s shirt again, and back at me. “Are you pregnant now? It hasn’t been two weeks yet. Can you get knocked up that quick?”

“You sure can. But I don’t know if I am yet or not. I just want a baby with you and wanted a fun way to tell you. And I figured this could be your birthday gift from me and Nicky.”

“You wanna have a baby? With me? Are you sure?”

“Yea.”

“With me?”

“Of course with you, ya big lug.” I grab him by the hand and tug him to sit beside me on the couch, sitting Nicky on my lap. “I never thought I’d get a chance to have a baby of my own, so I was okay with helping raise Nicky. But then you came along, and I see how great you are with him, and how much he loves you, and I want that too. I know I’m sounding totally selfish right now, because you never really asked for one baby and I’m already practically begging for another, but I just love you so much and want to have a little piece of something that’s me and you.”

“I want a baby with you too, Vixen, more than anything. Nicky comin’ into my life was one hell of a surprise, but now I can’t imagine not havin’ him.”

“Me neither.”

Speaking of Nicky, he’s got his arms up and is babbling, wanting his daddy to take him back. The way these two have bonded in such a sort amount of time is amazing. I’ve been around him his whole life, but one sight of Tiny, and I’m chopped liver.

“Are you ready to be pregnant and have a baby all at the same time? “Cause now that you planted this idea in my head, there’s no goin’ back. I’m gonna fill you up every chance I get.”

Hand on the back of his neck, I pull him in for a kiss. “Please do.”

“Best fuckin’ birthday ever.”

If you would’ve told me a month ago that this is where my life was going, I would have laughed in your face and tried to have you committed to the loony bin. Single at thirty-five, with no man in sight, I was content with the path I was on. I was going to watch Nicky grow up, watch him graduate from high school, maybe go to college, marry the love of his life, have a few babies of his own, I was happy. I couldn’t picture anything better . . . until Tiny came along.

I don’t know what told me to divert from my original plan and stop at The Lodge instead of going straight to the clubhouse, but I’m so glad I did.

What I didn’t tell my Old Man is that I think that we’re already one step ahead of schedule in the baby making process. I may be jumping the gun considering we’ve only been together for eleven days, but according to my calendar, I’m eight days late. With all the craziness and festivities of the last couple weeks, I never realized that Aunt Flo didn’t come to visit like she should have since I’m usually as regular as the noon tornado siren that blares every Saturday.

So if my calendar is right, and I hope it is, we’ll be celebrating Christmas next year with two kids under two and my biker is going to be getting another tiny present much sooner than even he imagined.

THE END!