Pride and fucking love, that is what shines back at me.
“You won’t because you love me,” she whispers, “You won’t because our daughter will become one of the other reasons why you breathe and whatever other children we may have in the future. And, if I know you like I think I do, you’ll want to get me pregnant as soon as possible.”
Fuck me, this girl.
“You’re so sure about that, huh?” I ask with a small smirk despite the fear seeping into me, and she grins.
“I’m positive. Even though you still hold guilt, I don’t think it’s because of what happened. You’ve realized it wasn’t your fault. I think it’s guilt because you haven’t seen her at rest. We will go just after we tell your whole family that we’re married, and that you are home.”
She stands on her tiptoes, balancing in her wedding shoes because she is still shorter than I am and she leans in, kisses me softly, and then whispers, “Come on, husband, let’s tell our family we’re back.”
“I love you,” I choke full of emotion, and she smiles a watery smile and replies, “And I love you. I am so proud to be able to call myself your wife.”
Fuck.
I nod and kiss her again before looking at the building I grew up in. Taking a deep breath, I walk towards it with my girl by myside, being my rock as my sister’s laughter echoes around me. The happier memories from when she rode on the back of my bike hitting me straight in my chest.
I open the door and gently guide us inside and my heart pounds as loud chattering and music fill my ears. I catch sight of the brothers laughing and drinking. Their women talk among themselves but glare at the club bunnies, who are dressed in jeans and tees until tonight.
I swallow hard as a sense of familiarity, home, and longing rushes through me.
“Chains, when are we kidnapping your son?!” Splinter, Knuckles' dad, shouts across the room, and Drew snorts, and I raise a brow.
"He has until Monday. Then we’re swarming Rose Hill, I’m not waiting four weeks, he’ll fucking run. But we need to take Drew first—that way he follows," Dad calls back and I look at Drew, who tries her hardest to hold in her laugh and I shake my head, not surprised they’re coming up with a plan. I’ve ignored their calls and the only reason why they didn’t come confront me in person was because I spoke to Mom.
“Then what would you do, Dad?” I ask loudly, and everyone looks at me abruptly, the music instantly quieting and shock flitters through the room.
Mom gasps while Whit lets out a sob, and every single brother just stares at me like I’m a ghost.
“Well, I’m waiting…” I goad as I gently wrap my arm around my wife’s waist.
“You’re here, in the clubhouse?” Dad chokes, not believing what he’s seeing and I swallow hard.
“No, Dad,” I say, “I’m home.”
Sobs echo through the room, and Trick is the first to shock himself out of his stupor. He runs towards me, mindful of Drew'sbump, and drags me into a hug, then gently pulls her over, hugging us both.
He chokes, “Fuck I’ve missed you, and when Clark gets home I swear she’s going to sob.”
I smack my hand on his back and hold him tightly while keeping my arm wrapped around my girl before Trick is pulled back, and my dad takes us next.
I feel tears hit my neck and my guilt hits again. As if my girl knows what I need, she gently moves herself back and I hold onto my dad tightly.
“You’re fucking home, please tell me I’m not dreaming,” he rasps, and I squeeze my dad tighter while the brothers keep my sister and mom back.
“I promise, Dad, I’m home, Drew convinced me,” I whisper just as I hear my girl say softly, “Give them two minutes, Whitney, then you can jump him…” and my sister’s protests quiet along with my mom’s.
“Who do you think you are, huh? Just because Cage brings you home doesn’t give you the right to keep a mother from her son. He’ll most likely move on from you by next week and send you back to where you came from. That’s after the DNA test says that child isn’t his!” I hear Mixy, one of the club bunnies I used to fuck regularly, sneer.
Everything in me tenses as Dad mutters, “Fuck,” and pulls back.
The room grows tense as my mother and sister step back, clearly already listening to my wife, while Mixy glares at her not seeing the danger she is now in.
“Bellamy,” Drew says softly as her hand clutches my arm, but I keep my body rigid, purposefully not glancing at her, and fix my gaze on the woman I’m about to kill.
A soft hand gently touches my cheek sending tingles throughout my body as it guides my head toward my wife until I lock eyes with her beautiful, dark blue ones.
“Breathe for me,” she whispers as she gently rubs her thumb along my jaw, and I hear a gasped, “Is that a wedding ring?” and I didn’t think the room could get much tenser.
