Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“What did you have to show me?” I breathed, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.
“This,” he breathed and thrust upwards hard.
***
Sebastian
Three weeks later
“What are you doing here?” Baylee’s father asked as he opened their door.
I smiled and held out my hand for him to shake.
“Travis.” I said and shook his hand.
Travis opened the door wider to allow me to pass.
“Is my daughter here with you?” He asked curiously, as he looked over my shoulder.
“No. I came by myself.” I answered and glanced around their house.
“What for?” He asked suspiciously.
I straightened my button down shirt that cut off the circulation in my neck and grimaced. “I came to ask permission to marry your daughter.”
Cue the crickets.
Minutes passed as he looked at me. “Isn’t it a little late to ask my permission? I mean you already knocked her up. Your kid’s going to be born and you won’t be married he’ll be a-”
I held up my hand, stopping his rant. “I plan on marrying her as soon as you can fly down. I understand the need for a quick marriage, but I still want her to have a nice one, even if we do it at the Justice of the Peace. And I know she would want you to be there.”
He nodded. “You have it.”
***
Sebastian
3 weeks later
“What are we doing here?” Baylee whispered with alarm.
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. The woman thought I was in trouble again. But I wasn’t. Well, not the kind of trouble she was thinking. We were there to get married, she just didn’t know it yet.
“I have some business to attend to. Something that’s long overdue.” I answered.
Tugging on her hand to get her moving, I led her up the stairs to the courthouse and through the lobby doors.
The man on duty, Gus, didn’t stop us when the metal detectors started going off; instead he waved us through.
All the while, Baylee looked around in surprise. “Why are you going to the courtroom?” She whisper yelled.
“Oh, Jesus. I knew you’d get in trouble. I’m going to be having conjugal visits when you’re in jail, aren’t I? Do you think that they have a daycare program for convicts? Maybe they’d watch our kids for a few...What are all of them doing here? Those are my parents! What’s going on?” She was still whispering.
I let her go, and she walked forward a few more steps before coming to a stop and turning around.
She found me on my knees. “Baylee Roberts, will you marry me?”
She dropped to her own knees awkwardly, and then scooted forward until she was right next to my face, ignoring the ring in my outstretched hand completely. “Yes, but I would still support you even if you didn’t ask me to marry you and you went to jail.”
I rolled his eyes. “Why do you think I’m going to jail?” I asked in exasperation.
She drew back a bit so she could look into my eyes. “You took me to a courtroom. I’d only assumed. You’re not in trouble?”
I stood carefully, and then pulled her to her feet. “No, I’m not in trouble. Now answer my question.”
She threw her arms around my neck, and pulled me as close as her stomach would allow. “You know, I plan to let my ass get big. And my stomach might jiggle after this baby is born.”
I controlled my laughter, but only barely. “Oh, yeah?”
She nodded in affirmation. “And I can get mighty pissy around that time of the month. You’ll have to be nice to me even if I throw a shoe at you.”
“So, is that a yes?” I asked.
She waited a few moments and then nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I finally let my laugh free and handed her off to her dad.
Twenty minutes later, she was Mrs. Sebastian Sue Mackenzie.
Chapter 23
Nine out of ten children get their awesomeness from their mother.
-Proven fact
Sebastian
I turned the alarm off and rolled over to look at my wife.
Baylee was on her side, naked and crying.
My fingers moved to her face as I wiped her cheeks. “Stop. You’re killing me.” I rasped.
She sniffled once, but regained control and rolled over to her back. “I’m scared shitless.”
I let my eyes trail over her protruding belly that stuck way up in the air.
Today was the day we had our baby.
It is a scheduled induction; nothing started without the doctor’s constant supervision. Today, Baylee was 38 weeks pregnant.
We’d seen Doctor Theresa Adams twice a week for the last two months, and I had the utmost confidence in her abilities. Doctor Adams had addressed each one of our concerns, and then some.
My wife was a fighter, and I’d be damned if I let her go without a fight.
“You realize that if you die, I’ll have to find a replacement woman to take care of our kids. She’ll be sleeping in your newly remodeled house and cooking in your state of the art kitchen, right?” I said with as much of a straight of a face as I could.
I didn’t really feel like that. God forbid if something were to happen to her, because I’d be fucking lost.
She’d become such a big part of my life that I didn’t think I could survive without her, without great cost to myself.
She’d also become an integral part of my son’s life. And the lives of the Dixie Wardens.
She was a good wife for me. One that a vice president of a motorcycle club, like me, needed. Every day she had off, she spent at the clubhouse, or taking care of something for one of my brothers.
Hell, just last week I walked in on her sewing a patch for my father.
And that was huge. Bikers didn’t let just anyone touch their colors.
“You’re such a shit head. Let’s go.” She said, rolling out of bed, as she tended to do lately.
I got up as well and took a quick shower, while Baylee dressed.
Once I was done, I grabbed Baylee’s bag and headed out into the living room to find her hugging her dad.
Her parents had flown in last night for the birth.