Sin - Blood Wolves Old Lady's (3)

Present Day

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Welcome back to Blood Wolve's Old Lady's
This story takes place 4.5 months after Baby Makes Four.  Liz is 8.5 months pregnant and Brin 6 months pregnant.  

Fair warning this story will not give warnings for sexual content.  There will be sex scenes though so you've officially been warned.  I will warn you should I write in any violence.  These will be marked with as

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Present Day
Boomer

     Bloody women had said 10 days tops and they'd just hit day eleven.  If Ripper hadn't assured him she'd made contact yesterday he'd be losing his ever loving mind right now.   Needing to get her out of his head Boomer headed for the New Clubhouses fancy ass gym.  His was 10 minutes in to beating the shit out of a punching bag when Switch and Ripper joined him.

    Probably avoiding their hormone driven old lady's he mused as continued to work over the bag.  Never having been around a pregnant lady before Liz and B had been a scary eye openner.  Niether could fuckin choose and emotion to save a life.  One minute they'd be happy as pie.  Next they be in tears because they wanted pie and we didn't have any.  Fuck the prospects Waldo and Tweaker were walking zombies and useless during the day.  Night time craving kicking them in the ass.

   Then there was the ex nomad Reaper who was making all the other brothers look bad.  It was like the man held the fucking handbook to dealing with pregnant women.   Well maybe Crow didn't look bad but that delta was a kiss as even when the women weren't prego. 

   "Dude, take it easy.  That bags brand new.  Between you and Holiday the last two died a horrible death" Ripper grumbled trying to make a joke when it really wasn't.  They'd killed it.  Boomer for odvious reasons and Holiday because the man was hung up on a certain little nurse.  Problem was every time he tried to do something good for the women it somehow back fired.  The blue hair had just been the start of her interesting form of retaliation. "She'll be pulling in around lunch" Rip then offered and that had him freezing.

   "Who's the new member?" he finally decided to just come out and asked.  He wasn't a fan in general of conversation.  Prefered to observe rather than engage but someone had told him it made it hard for people to get to know him.  K not someone. Sin said it.

   "You know those club laws we abolished and ammended ten years ago.  The BS about member race and sexual orientation.  This guy got outted and just about died because he likes dick and not pussy.  It's why out girl lit out of here so quick.  She got there just in time to save his ass" he answered and ya it was fucked but Boomer found himself jealous of a gay guy.  How fucked up was that.

   Couple months ago Sin had given the guys a show at the grand openning of the new clubhouse.  He'd been working himself in to making a move for weeks.  Done with fighting it when he'd looking over to see Sin making moves not on another brother but on Hope, one of Perky's strippers.  It had been fucking hot but also a kick in the nuts.  Yet he'd never been jealous. 

   "Holiday told me the kids name is Marvin.  He's known for years the guy was a closet case but kept his mouth shut knowing what would go down.  He's up there with Crypt with the force of the nerds.  Master at forging legal shit.  Those are Crypt's words and the mans stoked to have him coming as long as he doesn't pull moved" Switch offered up from across the room where he lifted weights.

   Picturing a scrawny little man now Boomer felt better about it but wasn't about to comment.  Instead he simply annouced he was done should they care before he left the room.  Heading back to what the women were now calling homebase Boomer just about made it upstairs.  Fuck.

  "Boomer have you seen Ripper" Queen B caught him at the bottom of the stairs.  Glancing to where she stood in the kitchen doorway she didn't look happy.  Meaning this could go two ways depending on his choice of loyalty.  Keeping his yap shut would get him tears.  Toss brotherhood to the wind, B would happily leave to hunt down Rip.  Easy choice "Gym" he said throwing the brother under the bus and kept moving.  Fuck he's take a bullet for em, get covered in poop for em.  But no fuckin way was he dealing with a crying or angry pregnant women for em.

  Locking his door just incase Boomer quickly showered and dressed.   Looking at the clock he cursed the thing for saying it was only eleven thirty.  Which had his brain spinning to what a normal human considered lunch time.  Ya his brain worked like this on the norm, not just when Sin was concerned.  Vet shrink said it was a add on to his PTSD.  What it meant for him was that when he was awake he was constantly thinking of shit.  Then when he could sleep the dreams came to wake his ass up.  Boomer had just accepted it till he'd met Sin and held Em for the first time.

   Thinking of his little Em he left his room checking first with Claira who directed him down to the kitchen.  Fuck enemy territory but worth it for his girl.  Quieting his steps Boomer peaked into the kitchen and saw his target in the jumpy play center thing.  Standing at the stove Momma Bear by the smell of it was stiring pasta sauce her back turned.  Going in for the snatch and grab he just about made it.  Little Em upon seeing him gave a happy little squeal of excitement.

   "Hey Boomer, coming for your Em fix" Lizzy teased smiling turning away from the stove as he lifted Em out of the contraption.

  "Ya.  Taking her outside if it's okay?" he questioned thankful this old lady was in a good mood.

   "Sure.  If you see Switch send him my way please" she stated no longer sounding happy and after a quick look no longer smiling.

  "Will do" he answered then got the hell out of there and saved the wee one too.  "Don't worry sweetness.  Momma's gotta pop at some point.  Then she'll be normal again" he told little Em as they headed for the grassy area of the yard behind the building.  Seeing Reaper on one of the picnic benches back there he kept silent till he was right beside the man.

  Dude had been reading and looked like he'd been caught looking at playboy magezine.  As Em chucked at the mans reaction Boomer looked to see what he'd been reading.

"I was fucking right! You do have a fucking handbook" he exclaimed as the book was what to expect when your expecting.

  "You say anything to the the dads..." Reaper warned leaving it an open threat.

  "Deal as long as you fill me in on how you are like pregnant women obione canobi"  Boomer bargained sitting on the grass when the man nodded in agreement.  While his Em played in the grass and he listened he also ordered a copy for himself not caring about his data.  Worth every penny.

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Oh it was fun to write humor back into this world again.  That being said in no way am I making light of PTSD.  This is from Boomer's point of view.  As this story moved along this wont it will be adressed in a more serious light. 

What did you think?  Good start?