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Epilogue
CHRISTMAS DAY
The women had decked out the clubhouse like it was the damn North Pole.
Candy canes and baubles were hanging everywhere. Christmas music playing in the background as people fed their faces with as much food as they could possibly fit in their stomachs.
This was my family.
My strong, crazy, and a little annoying at times family and that’s what today was all about.
The kids ran around, playing with new presents and laughing while the boys began to set up a bonfire outside for tonight. The weather wasn’t exactly freezing, but there was a definite chill in the air.
I’d given Chelsea her present this morning. I’d taken the photo of her parents and had it restored and placed in a frame. I knew how much it meant to her and I may have also grown some balls and called Deacon and thanked him for giving them to her.
I guess at the time I was just angry at seeing her so upset, but really, these pictures were the only things she had left of her mom and dad and I needed to help her cherish them.
I’d also got her some other shit. A stroller for the twins that she could run with knowing that running was something she was missing desperately at the moment, and some smelly shit that I thought would be good on her.
What can I say—I’m fucking amazing.
“Can I have everyone’s attention,” my girl called out as she made her way over to me, holding a small box. The room eased into silence and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “I haven’t given Op his Christmas present yet, and we also haven’t given you all our present yet.” She tilted the box to everyone, and on top it had written—BOYS OR GIRLS?
A cheer went up and people started yelling guesses.
Chel hushed them with her‘take no shit’voice and then turned to me with a sly smile. “It was really hard to decide what to get you.”
I shrugged. “You ain’t gotta get me anything.”
“But I did.” She smirked and suddenly, I was almost afraid to ask what it was. She turned away from me and pulled at the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it up her back. It only took a couple inches before I realized just what she’d done.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I growled.
She giggled softly and looked over her shoulder at me. “Well, technically, it’s only airbrushed. After talking to Art we decided it was best to wait. But as soon as this pregnancy was done, it was becoming permanent.”
The look in her eyes was intense, as though she wanted me to understand how much these words meant to her and how much she knew they would mean to me.
I read over and over what the tattoo said.
“Damn, blackbird,” I groaned.
Property of Optimus.
Fuck me.
So many different emotions ran through me. I wanted to spank her fucking ass for doing this without talking to me about it first, but I also wanted to take her upstairs and fuck her until she couldn’t breathe because of those three words.
A property patch means a lot to a brother.
We give them to our women when asking them to be our old ladies. It’s pride, to have our names on their backs, and offers them protection and safety. It’s special to us, fucking meaningful.
But this wasn’t just a patch.
This was fucking forever.
My property patch inked on her body.
Some might think that stupid or trashy, but as I looked into my woman’s eyes, I could see she knew exactly what it meant to me. She knew exactly how important those three little words were. She was mine. She would always be mine. Chelsea had been with the club for a long time. She’d lost her family once but found another within us.
