Bellamy takes a few steps towards me. He shakes my dad's hand, then takes mine and guides me to the minister, who grins widely.
"Family, friends, loved ones," he begins as I face Bellamy and smile at the love in his dark brown eyes.
All thoughts of my sister disappear as I melt into Bellamy’s eyes. Everything the minister says blurs, my only focus is Bellamy, like it has been since he rode into town.
***
Half an hour later, Bellamy carries me out of the church, bridal style, as I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck. Happiness fills me deeply as everyone follows us out, throwing petals.
The ceremony went smoothly. As we said our ‘I do’s’, Viper covered my sister's mouth when she tried to protest. Meanwhile, Dad glared at Mom, obviously blaming her.
Dad decided that my sister Elizabeth wouldn’t be moving with us or staying in our family home. Which shocked my mother because her plan was to allow my sister to live rent free in our family home then join us in a few months. Thankfully, aware that her marriage to Dad was on thin ice, she kept her mouth shut.
Dad agreed to give Elizabeth two months' rent, and the rest is up to her to grow up, while I, well, I still think she belongs in a psychiatric hospital because the girl isn’t right.
She wants whatever I want, and not in a normal sister kind of way. Mom signed her out and claimed all rights over her, Dad can’t force her back.
“Smile!” Dad commands and Bellamy and I look toward him and grin widely for the camera and he takes several photos before he asks, “I forgot, after everything yesterday, what am I having?”
I laugh at his words and remind him, “Me, Dad, the baby is mine and Bell’s,” but he waves his hand.
“Yeah, yeah, so what am I having?” he repeats and I laugh as Bellamy gently puts me down. Everyone gathers around, all wanting to know, including my sister which sets my nerves high.
Bellamy rubs my stomach and says softly, “Everyone, I’d like for you to meet Angela Alesia Martinez,” and the Dark Angels all cheer.
Dad's eyes tear up, my sister scowls, and my mom looks gutted.
Guess she was hoping if I had a girl, I’d name the baby after her but why would I?
The baby has Bellamy’s little sister’s name and his mother’s as her middle, who cried for about an hour last night when we called her and told her.
“Your sister would be so goddamn proud,” Dad chokes to Bell, who smiles softly, and I look at my husband, a word I absolutely love, and I ask, “Are you ready to go home, darling?”
He cups my cheek and leans down, pressing his lips against mine before stating, “Yeah, baby, let’s go home,” and everyone cheers loudly—well, everyone except for Elizabeth and my mom, because now my mom has to stay until she moves Elizabeth into an apartment, since my mom discharged her from the hospital and all that.
I press my lips against Bellamy’s, then I pull him towards my truck, which has a trailer behind with his bike in it and he grins widely as everything inside me settles.
Giving him my heart even though I was scared, giving everything up for him, is something I will never regret. I know he will support me in everything I do.
He has already given me a family. He has given me hope.
Being trapped in a cage with Bellamy is the best experience of my life and it’s one I’ll forever want to stay in.
Chapter 30
Cage
I take a deep breath as I stare at the clubhouse, holding my wife’s hand while Blade and a few of his brothers ride past with our belongings, taking them to a home I have yet to walk inside, and I swallow hard.
Fuck, my heart is pounding, and my feet don’t want to fucking work.
Before I was forced back here nearly a year ago, I hadn’t set foot inside the clubhouse for years. And here I am, about to willingly go inside, and my stomach knots.
Joel went home to sort his things, while Mary stayed in Rose Hill with Elizabeth, who screamed and threatened as we drove away, insisting she would harm my girl if she had my baby. She screeched about how she didn’t deserve her like the crazy bitchshe is, and it took everything in me to restrain myself, and now I must face my past.
“Are you ready?” Drew asks softly as she squeezes my hand, and I shake my head.
“Little bird, what if I can’t handle the ghosts? What if I revert back to my old ways and hurt you and our daughter while I drown in guilt and grief? What if I allow my need for cocaine to take over again?” I voice my concerns, and Drew grabs my arm with her other hand, and we lock eyes.
