Authors: Terri Anne Browning
The Rockers’ Babies
Terri Anne Browning
Written By Terri Anne Browning
Edited By Lorelei Logsdon (www.LoreleiLogsdon.com)
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Other Books by Terri Anne Browning
The Rocker… Series
The Rocker That Holds Me
The Rocker That Savors Me
The Rocker That Wants Me
The Rocker That Loves Me
The Rocker That Holds Her
Angel’s Halo (Book 1 of MC Series)
Reese: A Safe Haven Novella
Reckless With Their Hearts (Duet with Anna Howard)
A lot of blood, sweat, and tears have been put into the making of The Rocker… Series. Not only
mine but that of those who have helped make Emmie and the Demons get to where they are now. I would
like to thank the bloggers who helped me, encouraged me, and continue to be some of my biggest
cheerleaders. They truly are the backbone in the Indie world. Special thanks to bloggers Bitch Can Write A
Book, Three Chicks and Their Books, and THESUBCLUBbooks for all of their support and love during the
last year. You seriously ROCK!
Thanks to my BETA readers. I have a group of extraordinary women that keeps me sane and in line when
I’m bringing Emmie and her guys to life. Ladies, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking time
out of your busy lives to help me. Love you so much.
Last I would like to thank Mike Browning, the other half of my soul. Without him none of this
would be possible. He’s been my biggest fan, my greatest supporter, and my saving grace over the past
year. Thank you for all of your support, love, and encouragement.
To all of the Indie Authors. We dream, we create, we bleed our soul into every word that slips from
Table of Contents
I guess I really had taught Shane—and therefore the rest of my guys—a lesson when he had tried to
throw Drake a bachelor party almost two years ago. So I had no one else to blame but myself. I kept trying
to remind myself of that as I pushed Mia’s empty stroller through the amusement part.
Fuck, why was it so hot?
Of course, I had it better than my heavily pregnant best friend walking—waddling, really—beside me.
Layla was seven months pregnant with twins. Even in the slight coolness of California’s normal October
weather she was sweating and sucking down cherry ICEEs as if she were dying of thirst. I wasn’t sure if it
was because of the heat or because she was addicted to those damned things since her cravings had started
kicking her ass a few months ago.
Trailing behind me was an equally pregnant Lana, who in comparison to her older sister looked cool,
calm, and radiant with her cute little baby bump. Her long black hair was shiny, her skin flawless and
glowing, and her eyes a brilliant honey gold with all the happiness that seemed to blaze out of them. I
wanted to hate her for looking so good when she should have been miserable like her sister was just now,
but I couldn’t. I loved Lana fiercely and would never let my stubbornness come between us again.
I glanced back at Lana, and the man holding her hand as they walked slowly behind me. Drake looked a
little bored but he was smiling at whatever his pregnant wife was murmuring as she pointed out a group of
people standing in line to get their pictures taken with Shrek and Fiona. They looked good together, happier than I had ever seen them. Even as miserable as I was feeling just now , the sight of Drake so happy made
I turned my eyes back to the two men walking in front of me. Jesse was wearing a T-shirt that Layla had
bought on our shopping spree through Universal the evening before. A
shirt that said, “Just Another Bald Sexy Guy” in green. Beside him walked his adopted daughter, Lucy, who was eating ice cream on a
stick shaped like Sponge Bob. Lucy held onto her dad’s hand as they led the way toward one of the rides
she just had to ride today because we were going home in the morning. It was Nik, however, that my eyes
couldn’t help straying toward. In his favorite pair of jeans that I had bought him five years ago that hung low on his hips and a light gray T-shirt that stretched across his chest making my mouth water. Damn, my
husband looked yummy.
“Is that a good Popsicle, Mia?” Nik asked and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. He was
carrying Mia on his shoulders. Our daughter’s rainbow Popsicle was melting because she was more
interested in watching everything around her than actually eating the cool, sweet treat that her Uncle Jesse had bought for her. Nik had sugary sweet gel in his hair courtesy of the Popsicle.
“It’s yummy, Daddy,” Mia assured her father as she took a tiny lick before turning her attention back to
what looked like a vendor selling Despicable Me hats. She already had three, one of which was currently on
her auburn head in such a precarious position that it was a wonder that it still remained there.
“I have to pee… again,” Layla muttered as she glanced around for a street sign that would let us know
where the closest bathrooms were.
“We’re close to a restroom,” Harper assured her as she and Shane stepped around Drake with a new
bottle of water for me.
I stopped to take a sip of the cool water, feeling my stomach roiling for the hundredth time in the last
It was my own fault
, I kept reminding myself.
My guys had learned through Shane that bachelor parties were a no-go with their women. I had beat
that into their heads with the way I had helped Harper and Lana when Shane had decided to throw a
‘surprise’ party for Drake right before he had married Lana. So what had Harper and Shane decided to do
when it came time to celebrate their upcoming wedding?
Three days at Universal Studios.
Three. Freaking. Days.
I was sick of seeing Shrek and his gang. Last night as we had walked through Universal Studios with
Halloween Horror Nights creatures walking the streets, I had even thrown up all over a Walking Dead
zombie when he had tried to scare me.
Okay, so it was really whatever bug I had picked up, but it made me feel marginally better to blame it
on the theme park and the many characters that went with them.
“Look, Layla!” Lucy’s excited voice called back to her sister/adoptive mother.
Layla smiled at the nine-year-old despite obviously being so uncomfortable. “You and Dad go on,
Jesse shot her a look of concern but she waved him on as Lucy tugged him toward the ride. “I’m fine,
Jess. Take her.”
“Baby, I’m going to take Mia on this one,” Nik called back to me.
I swallowed my nausea and nodded. “Okay. Love you.” I glanced at Mia, offering her a smile. When
my purple-mouthed baby smiled back, I blew her a kiss. “Love you, Mia.”
“Love you more, Momma.”
My heart melted as I watched my two favorite people on the planet walk away. It was hard to
comprehend that they were both mine… As soon as they were out of sight my smile disappeared and I
leaned my head down as I fought another wave of nausea. Sweat beaded on my forehead and upper lip.
Thank gods we were going home in the morning.
“Okay, that’s it.” I glanced up at Layla. She had a hand on one of her curvy hips and a stubborn look on
her gorgeous face. “You’re going back to the hotel. You can barely keep water down.”
I grimaced, trying to put on my game face. I could handle a little bit of nausea for a few more hours.
Harper stepped up beside Layla, and Lana came up to flank her other side. I mentally sighed, knowing
that my girls were ganging up on me. “You’re pale and pouring the sweat,” Lana told me. “It’s not that hot
out here, Em.”
My eyes went to Layla who was flushed from the heat. “Layla would disagree.”
“Layla is seven months pregnant with twin giants,” Harper argued. “She would be hot at the North Pole.
You’re sick, Em. That bug that was going around Mia’s preschool is kicking your ass.”
“I’ll be fine.” I glanced over my girls’ heads to two of my guys standing behind them. Drake and Shane
wore similar expressions of concern mixed with determination. “Tell them I will be fine.”
“The last time I saw you this sick you ended up in the hospital.” Drake’s eyes looked haunted as he
remembered that scary night when Axton Cage had to take me to the hospital after I had passed out.
“Listen to them, Em,” Shane urged. When I remained silent, stubbornly wanting to hold my ground, he
brought out the big guns. “The wedding is in two days. You don’t want to miss it if you get worse.”
I bit my lip. I couldn’t miss Shane’s wedding. The one day I thought would never happen was less than
forty-eight hours away. I would never forgive myself if I weren’t able to take care of all the last minute
things I knew would need my attention if I was still sick—or worse. My shoulders drooped as I relented.
“Come on. I’ll go back with you,” Layla offered, taking another long sip of her cool drink from the
thick straw. “My feet are throbbing.”
“I want to tell Nik I’m going.” I wanted to see Mia’s face when she got off the ride. She was always
excited to see me when she got off one of the many toddler-friendly rides.
Harper and Lana gently pushed me toward the park exit. “We can take care of Nik. And Mia.”
Harper lifted her camera, something that seemed like another appendage of hers. “I’ll even take a
thousand pictures for you. You won’t miss anything.”
By the time we got back to the hotel, my feet felt like they were the size of watermelons. I dropped down on the closest couch as I entered the penthouse suite right behind Emmie. We had both penthouses,
which took up the whole top floor, and that was a good thing since it had a total of eight bedrooms for the wedding party to choose from.
As I propped my feet up on the closest coffee, table I let out a relieved sigh and leaned my head back
against the back of the couch. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard Emmie retching from the hall bathroom.
Poor Em had picked up that horrible bug that had been going around Mia’s preschool. Both Mia and Nik