"And I'm yours." I kiss her deeper, tasting whiskey on my tongue. "My cop. My woman. My everything."
We make love slowly that night—her on top, riding me gently because anything too rough hurts her back now. I watch her face as she moves, see the pleasure and love and complete trust in her eyes.
This woman. This impossible, wonderful woman who walked into my life and changed everything.
"I love you," I say as she comes, her pussy clenching around my cock.
"I love you too," she gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders. "God, Danny, I love you so much."
We've said it before, but it never gets old. Never stops making my chest tight.
I flip us, taking over, fucking her with long, deep strokes until we're both gasping. When I come, I bury myself as deep as possible, filling her with my seed like I have a thousand times before.
After, when we're both catching our breath, I reach for the nightstand drawer. My heart pounds as I pull out the small velvet box I've been hiding for two weeks.
"Danny?" Amanda's eyes widen as she sees it. "What—"
"I know we've only been together a year." I open the box, revealing the simple diamond ring inside. "I know people will say it's too fast. That we're too different. That a cop and a biker will never work long-term."
"Danny—"
"But I don't give a fuck what people say." I take the ring out, my hands shaking slightly. "You changed my life, Amanda. You took all my hate and anger and showed me there was still something worth fighting for. Something worth believing in."
Tears stream down her face.
"You're carrying my daughter. You're wearing my mark. You're already mine in every way that matters." I take her left hand, holding the ring over her finger. "But I want to make it official. I want you to be my wife. I want to stand in front of everyone—the club, the cops, the whole fucking town—and claim you as mine forever."
"Yes." She's sobbing now, happy tears that make her glow. "Yes, I'll marry you."
I slide the ring onto her finger, and it fits perfectly. She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me through her tears.
"I love you," she whispers against my lips. "My patched biker. My future husband. The father of my child."
"I love you," I reply. "My cop. My fiancée. The mother of my daughter."
We hold each other as our baby kicks between us, a reminder of the life we've created together. The family we're building despite every odd against us.
A year ago, I was a prospect full of hate and rage, convinced I'd never find peace. Now I'm a patched member with a woman I love, a baby on the way, and a future that looks nothing like what I planned.
It looks better.
So much fucking better.
I kiss Amanda's forehead and pull her closer, feeling the weight of my new patch on my shoulders and the ring on her finger. Two symbols of belonging, of family, of home.
This is what Nathan would've wanted for me. Not revenge or anger, but this. Love. Purpose. A reason to keep going.
"Thank you," I whisper, not sure if I'm talking to Amanda or my brother or the universe itself.
Amanda just squeezes me tighter, understanding without words.
Tomorrow we'll tell the club about the engagement. We'll deal with Morrison's reaction and King's warnings and everyone's opinions about our relationship.
But tonight, it's just us. Just this perfect moment of peace and love and possibility.
And that's more than enough.
