Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Callia giggles then and whispers, “Ye know I’ve always been yers. And I’m most definitely want ta be yer wife.” She’s cryin’ now, her tears no longer a trickle. They wet her cheeks as I slide the diamond ring onto her finger.
It’s a perfect fit.
Just like us.
It may have taken us seven feckin’ years ta get here, but it was worth the wait. I push ta my feet and pull her up into my arms. Those curves fit so perfectly against me, I’m achin’ ta take this further, but I know we have a dinner ta finish, and I’m not goin’ta do anythin’ out here. Not where we could be spotted by neighbours… or by Ma.
Even though it would be much more romantic ta do it out here, I’ll make sure Callia knows just how much I love her when we’re in the privacy of our bedroom.
“I love ye,” I whisper in her ear. “I love ye forever and a day.”
Callia nestles into my neck and replies with a gentle sigh, “I love ye too, Ronan.”
There’s no music, but we sway together in the candlelight shimmerin’ around us. The orange glow is enough ta make this moment seem magical, and havin’ Callia in my arms, that’s like havin’ heaven on earth fer me.
“I can’t believe it’s taken ye so long,” Callia teases me as we pull apart ta look at each other. “I’ve waited a long while fer ye, Ronan.”
“Aye, I kept searchin’ every face, tryin’ ta find the one and never seein’ what was right in front of me. No one has captivated me the way ye do, my wee shinin’ star.”
I know if the brothers heard me now they’d be takin’ the piss out of me. Fluffy romance and sweet words aren’t fit fer a big, grumpy biker. But this is just between the two of us. There’s no one else around.
“I’m not sure what I’d do without ye,” I tell her earnestly.
Callia’s given me so much more than just happiness. She’s taught me that love doesn’t have ta hurt. That when someone truly wants ye in their lives, they’re willin’ ta take the good and the bad and not run at the first sign of trouble.
She offers me a gentle smile before sayin’, “Ye’d be lost, Ro. Ye’d be very, very lost.”
As the night wears on, I can’t stop my heart from fillin’ with emotions that are so fierce I’m not sure what ta do with them. But I let them flood through me.
I’ve spent too many nights in anger. Moments where I didn’t believe love was possible and pushed people away.
No more.
From today, our love story starts.
EPILOGUE
REBEL
It’s a set of twins.
Callia is havin’ my babies. I can’t believe that our weddin’ has been and gone, and I’m goin’ta be a father again. She’s only showin’ a small bump so far, but I can imagine in a few months, I’ll be able ta feel them kickin’.
The rest of the brothers are on their way, and soon there’ll be a rumble of bike engines comin’ down the road. When I planned the party, I didn’t think we’d have such good news ta tell them. We weren’t plannin’ on babies just yet, but it’s been a welcome surprise.
Callia walks into the room and smiles at me. Dressed in a flowin’ summer dress, she’s looks beautiful. My mind starts racin’ a million miles a minute, and it has nothin’ ta do with thinkin’ about the food we still have ta get ready and all the other preparations.
“I’ve got all the salads done,” she says with a smirk, as if she can read my filthy mind. “Where is Aine?”
“I’m here!” my daughter shouts as she races into the kitchen where Callia and I are standin’ at the counter.
We’ve told her about the twins, and she’s as excited as we are. Although she did mention she’d be old enough ta babysit, which is most definitely not happenin’.
“Go put your dress on, Aine” Callia tells her, and she quickly obeys.
We’ve been watchin’ her carefully, makin’ sure she’s doin’ okay since Orla left. I’m not sure if she’s hidin’ her heartbreak, or if she’s truly happy bein’ with us and it’s not botherin’ her, but she seems ta be a happy, contented child.
“I’m nervous, Ronan,” Callia tells me then. I know my wife tends to get anxious, but the news about the twins is good, and everyone will be happy fer us.
“Stop worryin’ so much. I mean, why would ye need ta? Yer husband is one of the handsomest men in Ireland.”
She swats me with her hand and rolls her eyes. I can’t stop myself from pullin’ her into my arms and holdin’ her close. When she’s like this, I know it’s easier ta give her a moment ta panic, and then she’ll settle against my chest.