Chapter 176: I Do That Too

I lived with Sticks and his family for a while. He is legally married to Kilo while Mark and Misty are married to each other. I think we should look at something like that. - Geo

Priscilla held the phone away from her ear and everyone in Celt’s office laughed at the squeal that Camille let out. Geo’s chest was shaking with his laughter as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Porthos reached over and took the phone from her, activating the speakerphone he placed the receiver back in the cradle.

Celt wiggled a finger in his ear as if he were clearing it. With a grin, he muttered, “I think I could have heard that without the phone.”

“Hey, Worm,” Porthos said with a smile. “I hear that you have some babies of your own."

“I do,” she said and they could all hear her smile. “Well, no, I don’t. But my parents have new grandbabies. Three of them, in fact.”

“Tell us about the new grandbabies,” Geo said as he held Priscilla close with one hand and linked his other hand with Porthos’ hand.

“Yes!” Porthos declared with a small evil laugh. “So, we know more than Oma and Opa do. Give us details that they would not know.”

“Dude,” Celt said as he looked around his laptop screen, “there is something seriously wrong with you.”

Geo chuckled because he knew the Bruh and Dude battle that was occurring at Pops Place. Grinning at the other brother from the same clubhouse, he issued a challenge. “Bruh.”

“Oh, God,” Camille laughed. “Is that battle still going on?”

“Yes,” Geo said with a laugh and Celt said the same word with an exasperated sigh.

Camille told them about her three kids and gave more details about how they acquired them. Before they hung up, Celt reminded her about an appointment that they had in a few days. She promised that both she and Darkness would be on the call.

Denver, the closest to the desk phone, reached over and ended the call. Celt closed his laptop and looked at the woman and three men on the other side of his desk. All three men met his hard gaze, Priscilla blushed and looked at the little penguin pocket buddy in her hand.

“So,” Celt said, slipping into lawyer mode, “the four of you are expecting a baby?”

“Yes,” Priscilla said softly and the men confirmed it a little louder.

“Okay,” he grinned, “so if we do for you like we’ve done for your dad and the pretties, and the other polycules that the firm handles, we’ll do a custody agreement between the four of you. We also advise power of attorney, or POA, in the event something happens to one of you.”

Before he could continue, the phone on his desk buzzed and his dad’s private secretary, Felicia, speaks over the phone’s intercom, “Mister Sean?”

“Yes, my sweet darling?”

“Whatever it is that you are wanting me to do, the answer is no,” she replied with a bored tone.

“Even if it means that you could get yourself a coffee?”

There is a brief silence and then she asks, “Sir, it’s after five. Do you mean in the morning?”

“Yes, my sweet darling. I have to be in early tomorrow, and I will pay you to bring me a coffee when you come in tomorrow morning.”

“Add in one of those streusel blueberry muffins and you have a deal.”

“My sweet darling, you can get a blueberry muffin, banana nut – no, not that, your allergic to nuts. You can get whatever you want, as long as you bring me that special coffee that I don’t admit to drinking.”

She laughed, “Yes, sir, I will get you a pumpkin spice latte.”

“You are my hero,” he replied winking at Priscilla as she buried her face in Geo’s chest to hide her laughter.

“Of course, I am,” Felicia said with a small laugh. “Bam Bam is down here; he said that he has an appointment with you and your clients.”

Confused, Celt opened his laptop and logged into it to pull up his calendar. The impromptu meeting with Priscilla and her three handsome men was the last appointment that he had listed. Looking at the four across from him as they all grinned sheepishly, he came to the conclusion that he did have an appointment with Bam Bam.

“Go ahead and send him down.”

“He’s on his way.”

“Bye, Felicia,” Celt said as he reached over and ended the call. “So why do I have a sudden appointment with Bam Bam that I didn’t know about?”

“You don’t,” Denver said.

“We do,” Geo grinned.

“But we would like our lawyer with us to be a witness,” Porthos added.

“A witness? For what?”

Priscilla smiled at him, “A witness for us to get married.”

Celt sat back in his chair in shock as what she said set in. He started to ask a few questions, but words did not seem to form. Before he could figure out what question he wanted to ask, the door opened and Bam Bam entered, rapping his knuckles on the frame.

“I had a request to come see you.”

“To come see us,” Priscilla admitted as Denver sat some papers on the desk.

Grabbing the papers, Celt stood up and motioned for the other man to sit down. Bam Bam took his place in the now empty chair. His pants legs hung a little oddly over the prosthetics on his lower legs.

“Okay,” Celt said looking at the papers. “There’s a three-day waiting period and you guys just got these this morning.”

“We got waivers,” Geo pointed at the papers. “They should be the second page.”

Celt flipped the page of the first set of papers that he was looking at. Nodding, he admitted, “You have waivers. Do you have written permission from your commanding officers?” He flipped that page also. “Yes, yes, you do. How do all three of you have the same commanding officer? Who is Jessica Lancaster?”

“Wait…” Bam Bam said thoughtfully. “Isn’t Jax’s last name Lancaster?”

“You think Jax is Jessica?” Celt asked.

“I’m asking what his sister’s name is.”

“Theresa?” Denver asked.

“I think he means Dom,” Priscilla said.

“Her name is Jessica?” Celt asked and Bam Bam shrugged.

“Don’t expect me to ask her,” Porthos shook his head. “That woman scares the fuck out of me.”

“True story,” Celt admitted as he handed the packet of papers to the man in his chair. “That all seems to be in order.”

Bam Bam looked at the paper, then grinned at Priscilla. “You seem to be snuggling with the wrong man.”

Denver chuckled, “We’re good at sharing.”

“Yeah, they are,” she agreed.

“And that would be how you ended up pregnant,” Celt laughed.

Bam Bam chuckled, “Afraid of what kind of a comment I would get if I asked why Porthos and Geo are getting married.”

“Because he sucks dick really good,” Geo suggested.

“He does,” Denver agreed.

“I do,” Porthos nodded.

“I don’t know about that personally,” Priscilla admitted. “But he eats pussy really good.”

“I do that too.”