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They headed back down the hall, talking amongst themselves about their own weddings and how they planned on buying something special for their fiancées. The moment I was once again alone, I slipped back into my bedroom.
Amber was sitting on the edge of my bed in one of my t-shirts, looking at her phone. Her head lifted, her eyes finding mine. “Just reading the last texts between me and my mom.” A shuddered breath left her. “She offered to come see me after I told her I was pregnant. I should have said yes.”
My stomach twisted. Shutting the door behind me, I went up to her and knelt at her feet. “Marry me.”
Her eyes widened.
“I mean…” I shook my head. “No, that’s exactly what I mean.” I hooked my arms around her waist and gently pulled her off the bed and down onto my lap. “Listen, I love you and I’m so fucking sorry for what you’ve been through. I don’t expect you to want to talk about it. If you want to speak to a professional, I’ll help you get that set up. If you want to fuck until the walls shake, I’ll help you. If you want to just sit there in the dark and not say a single thing, I’ll help with that too. But no matter what you want to do, I am not going anywhere. Am I bothered that Will…” I looked down, not even realizing that my fingers were lightly brushing the bandage wrapped around her inner thigh. “Yes, I’m bothered. I won’t lie to you, Red.” I met her gaze then. “But I don’t want you thinking that I love you any less because of what he did. I don’t want you thinking that I don’t want to touch you, make love to you...” I leaned my forehead against hers. “…kiss you, all because of what he did. None of it is your fault.”
Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Throwing her arms around me, the cries deepened, her body trembling against me.
“I’m not okay,” she whispered. “I’m not. I’ve tried faking it. But I haven’t been okay in a long time.”
“I know.” I ran my fingers through her damp hair and held her head while I looked deep into her eyes. “But I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I haven’t been okay for a long time either. Losing our parents fucked me up. But you…being with you, falling in love with you, getting you pregnant…you are my strength, pet. You are the reason I’m not so damn moody anymore. You are the sunshine in my darkness.”
Her chin wobbled, her eyes welling with fresh tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
A shiver rippled down my spine at her words. “Good.” I kissed her hard on the mouth, tasting the salt of her tears on my tongue. “Oh, by the way, we’re not waiting to get married.”
Amber gave me a small smile. “Let’s give my mom and the guys the service they deserve and then I’m yours.”
Standing with her in my arms, I placed her gently on the bed and laid down beside her. Not giving her a chance to say any more, I crushed my mouth to hers.
She sighed, cupping my cheek and for the next couple of hours, that was all we did. We held each other, touching and kissing between our words.
When I first met Amber, I thought she was just an unhealthy obsession. But little did I know at the time, that she was exactly what I needed all along. Now I understood what Jaron and Cyrus went through and how they felt. While every relationship had their moments and issues, I made a silent vow right then and there to never not tell Amber how I felt.
She was my liberation.
She made me realize that even though my parents were gone far too soon, I could still open up and allow myself to love. Amber did that without even realizing it. We went in wanting some fun, only to fall in love in the process.
Because of her, I was no longer scared of giving pieces of myself that only she ever saw. She kept them safe within her clutches and gave me pieces of herself in return.
It would take a while, but Amber would heal. Mentally and physically. And no matter what, I would be there every step of the way.
By her side.
As her lover.
As her husband.
And definitely as her Dom.
Amber
Sam and I gotmarried a couple of days after we buried my mom and members of his club. I was with him when he had told both Cheesy’s parents as well as Locke’s. It was something I never wanted to experience ever again. But my respect for Sammy grew then. He didn’t want to tell them over the phone. So, we drove hours to both sets of parents and delivered the news.
With all of us pulling together, they were both beautiful ceremonies. I never had a chance to talk to my mom much about Sammy before she died. I knew that she liked him, but I still had never been sure if she thought he was right for me. She never said in that motherly tone like she had with Aaron. Maybe that meant she wasn’t worried about it. I chose a good one. Finally.
While I was Sammy’s first wife, he was my second husband. Technically anyway. But I looked at him like he was my first. Aaron had been a part of my life when I was young and naïve. Sammy was now a part of my life when I was older and stronger. Although I had days where I didn’t feel too strong.
During the funeral, I broke down and begged for my mom to come back to me, which caused stress on the babies, and I was put on instant bed rest.
Sammy never left my side for those remaining months of my pregnancy. Shawnee and Emma came to visit often. The first time I had seen them after the explosion at the club, was weeks later. Our little reunion resulted in tears and apologies. So many tears shed between us and while I was sick of crying, the tears lifted some of the heavy weight that had rested on my shoulders ever since Will came back into my life unexpectedly.
“I should have tried harder to find out what Will had wanted,” Shawnee said through her tears. “I’m so sorry, Amber. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t.” I hugged her to me and reached out for Emma.
