Everyone now knows that I’m Romeo’s Old Lady, but at this moment, I’m not very happy. I’m still pissed off with Kevin. I feel that this moment that I’ve been waiting for, like forever, has been fucked up.
I close my eyes and shift slowly on the bed, grinding my molars from the pain.
I open my eyes and stare at our photo. One that we took at Christmas. Everyone was taking pictures, so we did. I was so happy, and now, I don’t know.
I know that I still want him, and I need to let this go. He was fifteen back then, we were kids, and we didn’t fuck until he was sixteen. It’s been more than ten years. I knew that he was no saint, right, Satan’s Warrior. That’s all they do is fuck in the clubhouse. I need to decide if I’m going to forgive him and move on because this fucking sucks.
Since he decided to make us work, make me his Old Lady, he’s been my Kevin. Well, officially because he’s always been my Kevin. He’s all I want, and I’m not going to let him go.
Fuck!
It hurts that that bitch touched and wanted to fuck him. She wants him back even after all these years.
Hell no!
He’s mine.
So, I need to move on because now is the best time in my life, and I don’t want to be crying over spilled milk. I want to enjoy this moment, our moment.
The door opens, and Kevin walks in with his hands at his back. He looks at me and closes the door. He seems anxious, and that’s fucking unusual. He’s fucking scared of me kicking his ass out of my life.
Wow.
He walks over to me, and then he moves his arm. He’s holding a bouquet of Red roses.
Oh my God!
Fuck me!
“Baby, please forgive me.”
I blink back my tears and stare at him. My lips turn up, and I nod.
“Does that mean you forgive me?”
“Oh yes, you buffoon. I love you.”
“Hell, yes! I love you,” Romeo says, falling onto his knees.
“But I don’t want you to ever fuck anyone else,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“Never, I promise. Baby, will you marry me,” Romeo asks, looking at me, pulling a ring from his Cut’s pocket.
It’s a beautiful ring, and my heart stops. The tears roll down my face, and I blink. My lips turn up, and I nod.
“Oh, Baby, does that mean yes?”
“Yes! Kevin, I’ll marry you!”
“Fuckingtastic!”
Romeo takes my hand and slides on the solitaire ring. I look at it, feeling my heart swell and my soul soar.
“It’s beautiful, Kevin.”
“No, you’re beautiful, and you’re all mine.”
“Yes, always and forever.”
