Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
In time, he’d know what to get Cathy for Christmas. He intended to spend the rest of their lives getting to know her.
Cathy walked down the aisle toward him with a Christmas song playing, with a big smile on her lips. None of her family were there to spoil it. Brick had asked her if she wanted her family at their wedding, and she’d told him no. Rebel walked her down to him. Willow had been a bridesmaid, and then the club filled the bar with the audience they needed.
They got married at Storm’s Bar, it was the only way to guarantee everything. The priest had been paid double to be there, not that Brick minded. The club had his back. None of them questioned him marrying Cathy. He figured that would all come in time.
They were married, in the eyes of the law, in front of a priest, and when the time came to announce them as husband and wife, Brick was already there to kiss his woman. His wife. The love of his life.
The celebrations had begun, and now he stared across the bar as Cathy and Willow talked. His woman held Isabella. The chubby little baby was so adorable. Seeing her with a child made him feel even more desperate to put one inside her. This very morning, he’d been tempted to have sex with her, but he was going to give her a wedding day to remember.
He was never going to forget this anniversary.
He was already fixing problems before they started. They were never going to argue about him forgetting an anniversary, and he planned to have her date of birth inked right over his chest, because that is where Cathy belonged. She was his wife. The love of his life. His woman.
Cathy glanced over at him and he offered her a smile and a wave. She hugged Willow and then walked right to him. He’d already pulled her into his arms and was taking possession of her lips. She wrapped her arms around him, and the whistles reminded him they were not at her place, nor were they in private. Pulling away, he saw her eyes sparkle with life.
“Hello, wife,” he said.
She giggled. “Do you think you’re ever going to get tired of saying that?”
“Nope.” He kissed her temple. “Well, what do you think of your present?”
She sighed. “I have a feeling you’re going to struggle to outdo yourself next year.”
“Nah, this is only going to get better and better.”
“You’re so sure.”
“Babe, you and I have a lifetime to get to know one another. We’re going to grow old, and I can’t wait to learn everything about you. Every year will be better because I’ll know more, we’ll grow more, and you cannot tell me there isn’t something pretty damn special about that.”
Kissing her head, he knew he’d won her over. Being married was easy, now he just needed to make sure she was pregnant, and that would guarantee she’d stay his for the rest of his life.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Brick stared down at his very exhausted wife, and it must be some kind of Christmas miracle, as their little boy had slept all night for the first time since he joined them back in October, as he’d been born a couple of weeks late. He had gotten Cathy pregnant back in December, a year ago, before they were married.
She let out a soft moan and rolled over, opening her eyes, and like so many mornings they shared, she had that beautiful smile that called to him.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“What time did he get you up?” Cathy asked.
“Little Beau is still asleep.”
She dropped her hand from her face. “What?”
“You heard me, he’s fast asleep.”
“Is it wrong that I’m so happy right now?” she asked. “What are you doing wasting time? Go back to sleep.”
She pulled the blanket up over her head, and he chuckled, snuggling in against her. He pressed his face against her neck and closed his eyes.
They should have known.
“We made too much noise,” Cathy said.
“You go and make the coffee,” Brick said. “I’ll get our son.”
He threw the blankets off, and they made one hell of a good team. In the past year, he knew they were going to make it, not that he had any doubt. Some of the club brothers did, but he didn’t. Cathy completed him.
Beau completed him.
They were a small family and as he made his way into his son’s nursery, he smiled down at him.
“Wow, dude, you certainly know how to wake us up with a stink. Let’s get this diaper changed, and then we can have some breakfast.” Later today, they were heading to the clubhouse for dinner.
They were always going to spend Christmas day at the club. Cathy looked forward to being with Willow, as well as any of the other women who loved to share the Christmas cooking load.