Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Several weeks later, she was with him at the clubhouse, where he stood looking around rather than going straight to his father’s office as he usually did. “When we get done with the house, I want to do some work on this clubhouse. It’s old and dreary.”
“How much sprucing up can you possibly do in a motorcycle club?”
“Well, for one thing, I want families to feel comfortable here. We’re a wolf pack full of Omegas and a lot of kids, yet there is nothing in here for a kid to do. The guys come in and hang out, but mostly without their wives and children.”
“I’ve seen far worse motorcycle clubs. At least this one is more family-oriented. When the guys are here, they are playing cards or watching a game on the big screen, not drinking until they puke and groping loose women.”
“True. Even the younger, single guys take that sort of business out to the biker bars rather than bringing it here. It keeps the club out of any of their drunken brawls or drama.”
“Perhaps they like it this way. You do still have some single guys in the mix, some who live here, that don’t enjoy the bar scene. They are the main ones you see piled up playing cards and watching the tube rather than the family men.”
“Yeah, we have the bunk houses on either side for people who just need a room to crash in, but half of the rooms are empty. I want this to be more of a family place and less of a hangout.”
“Are you sure the people are going to like that?”
“If we do it right. I want to provide a place where the single guys can still come in and have their space, drink, cut up, crash for the night or longer when they want. I’m thinking of splitting the building into family and non-family. You know, right now, it’s just the kitchen and a rec room adjoined to the lobby. All three of those are massive spaces and then, you have bunk houses on either side.”
“Yes.”
“So, I was thinking that we can move any of them staying on that one side and open that up for families, leave the rooms but tear out some walls and expand them – turn ten rooms into five - so that families can stay together in case there is an emergency and they need a place to go. Then we can convert the rec room to a daycare. I’m not talking full-fledged baby beds and stuff, but plenty of cribs for smaller babies and playpens for the older ones to play or just lie down in with their parents nearby having a bite to eat or watching a game on the TV together out here in the lobby. We’ll build another rec room on the other side out of a couple of the empty rooms for the single guys. I don’t know. I haven’t worked it all out yet.”
“Sounds like you’ve worked out quite a bit of it,” she laughed. “It sounds like a lot to do and a lot of expense.”
“It is. We’ll get our own house sorted first and then we’ll work on this. The girls are nearly a year old now and it’ll be good to be able to bring them out with us instead of leaving them with Marla while we’re here. I can’t imagine other parents wouldn’t like the same. It’ll bring us closer together as a family, not just us, but the whole pack.”
“Speaking of families, I have something to tell you.”
“What’s that,” he asked, his attention partly drawn to the large beams running through the center of the room.
Leslie could almost hear his mind whirring with the ideas of how to best accomplish what he wanted to do with the place. It was the engineer in him. Just as with their new house, he had worked out every tiny detail with the architect prior to even breaking ground.
“Ours is getting bigger,” she told him.
“What do you mean?” he asked, still focused on whatever he was contemplating as far as renovations.
She reached for his hand, putting it on her stomach to gain his full attention. He turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised in confusion. Then, it seemed to hit him full force. His expression turning to a large smile, which she was glad to see. She had been nervous about telling him and was glad that he didn’t seem upset.
“I wasn’t feeling well and went to the doctor yesterday while you were gone. I’m pregnant.’
“Wow! More babies! Oh God, what are we going to do with them?” he gasped.
“I’m barely pregnant, so we’ll have a little while to sort it out. We’ll be in the new house by then, so we should have plenty of room.”
“This is so great!”