Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I grinned.
“Is that right?” I asked, offering one arm to Sawyer and the other to Shiloh.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Shiloh grumbled.
“I don’t think I’ve heard this rule,” Sam said from behind me. “Have you?”
“Nope,” Sebastian confirmed.
I laughed as Shiloh started to turn to give her brothers a piece of her mind, but I held on tight and walked the two of them into the courtroom where we were scheduled to be in less than five minutes time.
“I can’t believe it’s come to this,” Shiloh said, shaking her head as she took her seat.
Sawyer sat next to her, and I sat on the end, Sebastian and Sam filling up half the seats directly behind us as they waited for their wives to arrive.
“I can’t believe they all showed up,” Sawyer murmured, looking behind us.
I followed her gaze, looking over my shoulder at the men filling the seats behind my boys.
The Dixie Wardens were formidable in all their glory.
Each one of them had their cuts on, proudly declaring them as members of the Dixie Wardens.
They were getting the attention of not just us, but the entire courtroom.
“They love you, what can I say?” I asked, turning back around.
And they did.
Sawyer fit right in with the other women.
She helped out where she could, offering her support to all the other ladies.
She helped watch their kids, trained their dogs, and even helped with errands.
She was the quintessential lead biker babe, always there when you needed her.
And I loved the fuck out of her.
Loved that she loved my club just as much as I did.
“This is going to either go really, really well…or really, really bad,” she muttered under her breath.
I smiled and faced forward when the bailiff made his way to the front of the room.
“All rise,” he boomed.
We rose and awaited the decision that would affect the rest of Sawyer’s life.
***
“I can’t believe you got all that you asked for,” Shiloh squealed in excitement the next day.
I rolled my eyes.
The celebration last night had turned from just a small party to over a hundred Dixie Wardens strong somewhere after midnight. A thousand if you counted the families that belonged to those Dixie Wardens from the surrounding states.
I was now a married man, and the band on my finger had nothing against the strangle hold Sawyer had on my heart.
Curling my arm tighter around my wife, I turned her into my chest and said, “You think they’ll miss us for an hour?”
Startled, she turned to me and asked, “What for?”
That was my woman.
Always ready to think the worst of things.
Leaning in close, I let my lips tickle her ear as I said, “So I can fuck you. I’ve been wondering what you had under that dress since I saw you in it twenty minutes ago.”
But before she could answer her brothers were there.
I’d finally met the last two, Cole and Brody, and I liked them quite a bit.
In fact, I liked all of her brothers, even though they had no problem threatening my manhood every chance they got.
“Time for cake!” Brody yelled loudly, even though we were all standing right there.
Reba rolled her eyes, “Seriously, Cole?”
“I’m Cole. That was Brody,” Cole said to his mother in exasperation.
“Just wait until you have kids of your own, then tell me if you care if you mix up their names,” Reba grumbled. “Now, come on, my girl. It’s time to cut your cake.”
Reba was the impromptu wedding planner for our wedding.
In the beginning it’d started out as just her helping, but it quickly escalated into her taking over the whole show when we realized just how many people were coming.
Sawyer was happy that she didn’t have to deal with it.
She had more than enough things on her plate without having to worry about that, too.
“Wait!” The photographer said. “I need to take a family picture! I don’t want you to get cake on your wedding attire!”
I sighed.
My daughter had insisted on the wedding photographer, and although I did think it was a good idea to take pictures, I was down for the guests doing it with their own cameras, and sending them to me in an email or something.
This jackwad was like a man with a whip.
Although, I was fairly sure the pictures would turn out phenomenally.
But I was getting tired of having the man tell me when to kiss, and not to kiss, my wife.
Where to put my fuckin’ hands, and how I should look at her.
One by one, our ‘family’ lined up and Gasten, the photographer’s, mouth went slack.
“Uhh, I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to get all of you in the picture,” he finally admitted.
I looked behind me at my children and their families. Then at Sawyer’s immediate family. And finally at the rest of the Dixie Wardens and their families.
“This is our family. And not one of them better be left out of the picture or I’ll shove my foot up your ass,” I said. “Maybe you could take a panoramic or something?” I added as an afterthought.
It turned out to be a damn fine picture.
One I would cherish for the rest of my life.
***
Later that night
“Your mother’s a fuckin’ slave driver,” I groaned as my back finally hit the bed.
I groaned when Sawyer followed me down.
“Sawyer,” I said, finally striking up the nerve to ask her what’d been on my mind for months now.
“Yeah?” She asked, her face pressed into my chest.
“Do you want kids?”
I didn’t know if I did want more, but I also didn’t know if I didn’t.
I just wanted her to be happy, and if that meant a kid for her, then I’d damn well do it.
“Yes, one or two,” she admitted. “We’ll just start with this one, first.”
My lungs froze, and my breath seized in my chest.
“Say again?” I asked carefully.
I could feel her smile against my chest.
“Yep. You heard right. Exactly eight weeks,” she said. “I was going to tell you tomorrow at the barbeque. Tonight was supposed to be just for us.”
My arms went around her, and I pulled her in close.