“Rings.”
Tommy starts patting his pockets and looks panicked. I’m about to go Bridezilla when he winks at me and fishes them out. Handing the thicker band to me, he gives Flint the slim white gold band.
Without any ceremony, Flint slides the ring onto my finger next to the engagement ring he put there two months ago.
I slide the second ring onto his finger.
“By the power vested in me by the state of California,” Jasper says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your old lady.”
Flint kisses me long enough that Jasper has to clear his throat to move the ceremony along. The brothers laugh. Flint doesn’t stop. He kisses me with his hand spread flat over the curve of my belly, and the baby kicks against his palm, and Flint laughs into my mouth.
“Both of you are mine.”
“And you’re ours,” I shoot back.
***
The sun hangs low over the property by the time the last of the pictures are done. Golden light filters through the trees and catches on the chrome of the bikes lined up along the drive. The party is going strong. Slate and Onyx brought one ofthe large propane grills from the clubhouse so we’re having a cookout. It’s so good to see everyone together, both the Sons of Rage brothers, and Raging Vultures. A few of the guys from Sons of Rage LA chapter rode down here too.
My eyes go back to Flint.My husband. The thought settles warm in my chest every single time it comes back around.
Husband.
He keeps touching me like he still can’t believe this is real. His hand finds the small of my back while people congratulate us. His fingers slide over the curve of my belly every chance he gets. He kisses my temple between conversations. Suddenly, the baby shifts again, it’s a heavy rolling movement I feel low in my stomach, and I suck in a breath.
Immediately, Flint looks down at me.
“You okay, darlin’?”
I smile because there’s concern all over his face already. “Your child is trying to karate kick my bladder again.”
“Our child,” he corrects automatically.
The way he says it makes something soft inside me melt all over again. Like he still can’t believe he’s going to be a father. He crouches carefully in front of me. The crowd noise fades a little around us while he presses his palm gently against my belly.
“There you are,” he murmurs to the baby.
The baby kicks instantly.
Flint grins.
That grin melts me every single time. It transforms him from intimidating biker into something softer. Something warmer. A man so in love with his family that it radiates right out of him.
God, I love this man.
I used to think I was in love with him back when I was a sixteen-year-old with a crush on my brother’s best friend. But getting to know him properly all these years later has shown me what love really is. We know that our life might not always be smooth sailing. But we’re in this together for the long haul.
He rises to his feet again and leans in to kiss me, and his thumb brushes under my jaw. “You need to sit down, darlin’.”
“I can’t sit down at my own wedding.”
“You’re carrying around a bowling ball with feet.”
“Wow. Such romance.”
“You’re the hottest woman here, babe,” he says with a devilish grin that makes me think about what we’re going to do later when all the guests have gone.
Music drifts through the yard and Christina and Tessa are dancing with their children, I see Lauren standing chatting with her uncle and his adoptive mother.
