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“It’s done. Happy wedding day.”
The call ends. I turn to Brent who arches a brow. I shake my head once, pressing my lips together. I know that he understands the sign as something that not only will I not tell him, but I can’t tell him.
“I’ll be back,” I say.
He chuckles. “Take care of business, Wesley.”
Fuck me, but this relationship is weird, and good, and bizarre all at the same time. He doesn’t demand that I tell him what the call was about. He’s stopped trying to find some reason to bury the MC. He doesn’t protect us in any way, but he doesn’t search shit out either. There’s an unwritten, unspoken deal between us.
We as individuals or an MC don’t do anything or involve him in anything that could be a potential problem. It’s very much a see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil situation. I’m good with that as it seems he is too, so there’s no reason to rock the boat.
Making my way toward Prez, I jerk my chin toward him. “It’s done. A wedding gift,” I say on a laugh.
“It’s a damn good day,” Prez mutters. “I’ll call Uno and Rollin.” I watch as he slips away to do that, the news needing to get to Louisiana as soon as possible.
There is a hand that slides along my hip. Turning my head, I look behind me and down at my wife. She is smiling, her face so fucking bright and beautiful. Turning around, I slide one of my arms around her waist, pressing my hand at the center of her back.
“I love you, Tanner,” I whisper.
Her smile widens before she speaks. “I’m glad because you’re stuck with me for life,” she says.
I hum, dipping my chin before I touch my mouth to hers. “Proudly beside you for life, buttercup. Proud as shit to have you right fucking here.”
She smiles against my mouth, letting out a sigh that I happily swallow. “I love you so much, Wesley. Take me to bed. I’m tired.”
Grunting against her lips, my hand slides down from the center of her back to her ass. Gripping her there, I squeeze her ass. “I take you to bed, you won’t be resting,” I murmur against her mouth.
“I’ll sleep after,” she sighs.
Laughing, I slide my tongue along her bottom lip before I take a step back and slide my arms beneath her body. Picking her up, she cries out that she’s too heavy, but she isn’t. She’ll never be too heavy for me to carry.
Not fucking ever.
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, what the LA Mafia has planned, or any of that shit. All I know is that this woman is about to have my baby and she’s mine.
Mine forever.
I’m proud as fuck to have her by my side too.
My wife. Mrs. Tanner Hardy.
