Rigby Brothers

As a kid all Macklin wanted was to join the army. He never realized that with that could come a series of life time problems. After his first and only tour in the Middle East, Macklin came home injured and suffering PTSD. Blind in one eye, excruciating headaches and flash backs that were becoming more dangerous, he knew something had to change.West understood war. He understood what it was like to come home from that battle and have to continue battling everyday. The flashbacks, the nightmares, the voices that seemed to echo through his brain every day and night. He was haunted by those that he lost. Not many people understood it. They didn't understand how you never stopped fighting. The enemy just became the demons in your head.This is an MM MPreg story. There are scenes that could be triggering to some readers. Scenes and language suited to 18+

Pitt's old clunker had finally given out. And of all fucking places, a little town that he'd never been to and had no idea where a decent mechanic could be. While he stood on the side of the road, Pitt couldn't believe his luck when a motorbike pulled up beside him and a guy named Donte explained that he was on his way to work, a mechanics. It was perfect.Obsidian was lonely. He watched his brothers all becoming mated, having children and falling in love. But there was none of that for Obsidian. Of course he had plenty of bed partners, that he wasn't shy of, but someone to call his own. One that would be his forever, there was no one. He'd asked Mother fate for a partner, and Iver had told him quietly that one was coming, but patience was never his strong point.This is an MM Mpreg story. Language and themes suited to 18+