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Epilogue
“What about this dress, Chelsea?” I asked as I hauled a beautiful red mini dress to the back of the store. It had a slight sparkle, but nothing too over the top and the neckline dipped into a low V shape which would accentuate her growing breasts.
“Toss it over,” she called from the dressing room, and I lifted the dress over the top, hooking the hanger onto the door. She gasped and quickly unlocked the door, peeking out through a small gap while keeping her body hidden.
Chelsea had become a lot shyer since she’d had her two boys almost seven weeks ago. Gone was the body confident club girl, who couldn’t care less about others opinions of her and her body, and in its place was now a mother, conscious of her stretch marks and the slight roundness to her curves.
I knew what it was like to feel ugly and wanting to hide your body. I’d been taught for my entire life that my body was something to be ashamed of. I refused to believe that now, and I refused to let a woman as stunning as Chelsea believe that too. A woman’s body was beautiful, sexy and something to be treasured, no matter what it looked like.
She narrowed her eyes at me while I just grinned back innocently. “That is not going to fit me.”
I folded my arms across my chest and popped my hip out to the side. Working at Sugar’s store these past four or five months, I’d come to know a woman’s figure pretty damn well. I knew what would fit and what would look good, and with Sugar’s guidance over the past weeks after she and Wrench had returned, I was getting pretty damn good at figuring out how to put different pieces together to make a fabulous outfit.
“Don’t give me that,” I told her, rolling my eyes. “You’re basically the same size you were before you got pregnant. And that dress shows off your amazing legs and incredible boobs.”
“Sky…” she groaned, pouting like a small child.
“Just try it on,” I said before turning on my heel and walking away. “You have five minutes before I come in there after you and pull it over your head myself.”
I heard her huff, and the door slammed closed, making me smile brightly.
Tonight would be the first night that Optimus and Chelsea have spent together alone since the twins were born.
It had been touch and go with Oli and Jack. They’d come earlier than expected and the road to getting them healthy had been long, but with the boys thriving and happy and looking at coming home from the hospital finally in just a few days, their parents were ready to celebrate.
I was going to do everything in my power to make it special and to make sure that Chelsea felt strong, sexy and confident again. Chelsea had been a good friend to me since I’d arrived here. She didn’t have to give a shit about me, I was a club girl, the lowest on the totem pole so to speak and she was the queen, the president’s woman who was loved and adored by all.
The difference was, she had been in my place not so long ago, and she respected where I was now.
Becoming a club girl and servicing the boys hadn’t been at the top of my list of things I wanted to achieve in my life, trust me. My upbringing had taught me that sex wasn’t something to be enjoyed by women, but more that it was a duty that we had to our husbands in order to reproduce, and give them children that would carry on the legacy of our faith.
Up until a couple of years ago, I’d believed just that, and felt as though that was my future. Get married, please my husband, produce his children. That was all I had to look forward to.
You could say it was my love for sex that got me to where I was today. It was that that helped me to escape and to see through the teachings of our elders. But it was also that which had caused me to lose the one person who truly understood my heart.
I knew now why they tried to hide us away, to stop us from learning and growing, to keep us from enjoying any kind of pleasure—because the world wasn’t what they taught us, it was so much more amazing.
“Are you sure about this?” Chelsea’s soft voice asked from behind me.
I spun around to see her standing outside the dressing room, her chin held high despite the apprehension in her voice. And that was why she was queen bitch.
“Holy shit,” I murmured as I rushed toward her, my jaw almost dragging on the floor. “Optimus is going to have a fucking hernia when he sees you.”
She laughed, her face lighting up as she twisted her body back and forth, checking herself out in the mirror. Her dark hair flowed in waves around her shoulders, and her tanned skin was almost glowing.
The door dinged behind me, but I ignored it for the moment.
“I’m waiting,” I smirked.
Chelsea flicked her head at me and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you were right.” She waved her hand around and walked back into the dressing room, and I started back toward the front of the store with a beaming smile on my face.
That was until I saw who was standing just inside the front door.
My eyes went to Deacon first. He was the head of the local police department and a friend of the club. While it was strange to see him step inside a woman’s clothing store, it was the person standing beside him that sucked the air from my lungs and brought tears to my eyes.
Her inky black hair hung in a tight braid that fell down over the front of her shoulder. The long sleeved baby pink dress that I knew so well was ripped and dirty, shredded and drenched in mud at the bottom like she’d spent hours running through the forest.
And if she was here, I knew for a fact that she indeed had.
