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“Thanks, Dad. Some of you may not know my background. When I was three, my mom took a chance because, through no fault of her own, we were days away from being homeless. Her decision led us to the place where my brother and I would find a father and numerous men who became uncles. They showed us how real men lived. I still remember that first Christmas with them when they made all our dreams come true and showed us their generous spirits. That’s the feeling we will be giving to someone. Your generosity will brighten someone’s life who otherwise might not have anything. Now, let’s eat!”
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REMINGTON PULLED Atissue out and wiped her eyes, then blew her nose. Her man with his tattoos, cut and angular jaw may be tough but inside where it mattered, he cared. She stood back, watching him receive congratulations and slaps on the back from the huge amount of bikers today.
Today was one of those feel-good days where everything was right with the world. She and War both saw a lot of the worst of humanity, so she vowed to always cherish these perfect days. The days when they were all together and hopefully, there weren’t any pranks. She along with War were getting a little tired of them but she had to admit, her sister’s had been devious.
The men were still complaining about the last one. Jesse had done something to the clubhouse and from eleven o’clock at night until seven in the morning, no one could leave the clubhouse. Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem because they’d just sleep, watch TV, etc. She wasn’t sure how they’d done it, but no one had been able to access any adult sites in the clubhouse. They’d also had every TV and phone playHannah Montanashows and music. When she mentioned she would just sleep, Winnie giggled and said even if they went to sleep alarms went off all night every half hour playing “Who Said” to remind them women could be anything. She only hoped her sisters were ready for what the MC did to get back and that she was far, far away. She wasn’t going to worry about that. She was going to grab her man and go enjoy some barbecue in the bar.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry about anything else but even with worries, her heart was lighter knowing War would be by her side. She was giving him until New Year’s Eve, though, and if he hadn’t moved their relationship along with a proposal or property cut, she’d be taking matters into her hands. A tattoo across his head ofTAKENmight be too extreme but she’d like something to keep the women who came to party with the club away.
Her man left the group congratulating him, striding toward her, his smile ear to ear with happiness. Yes, today was a fantastic day. She’d need to figure out some way for alone time with her man to celebrate.
“What say you and I grab some food then see if we can find a private place for me to show you some appreciation?”
“It sounds like you’re the perfect man for me. Let’s go!”
Chapter Thirty- Three
Remington picked upanother piece of wrapping paper and stuffed it in the trash sack. Her need for everything in its place wouldn’t allow her to wait until all the presents were opened before cleaning up. Even the mess didn’t dim her happiness today.
She loved everything about Christmas, but this Christmas with War was a dream come true. Her family was whole and healthy, and she’d found the man who she couldn’t live without. Although for some reason, he still enjoyed playing pranks on her occasionally. The confetti blowing out of her car last week was a case in point. She’d tried to act irritated but let’s face it, one of their love languages was playing pranks. She and her sisters were meeting next week to plan a couple for January and February.
The months were so cold sometimes, they had to find some fun. Regina was in her element, making sure everyone felt welcome. Some people might find the level of noise annoying but to Remington, it meant everyone could be themselves.
War made his way through the kids on the floor, grabbing a couple of pieces of wrapping paper to put in her trash bag. His eyes ran down her then looked her in the eye as he tossed her trash bag to Roam. Tugging her toward the middle of the room, he grinned, looking up toward the mistletoe above their heads.
He didn’t waste any time claiming her lips and only stopped when the yelling and clapping was continuous. Pulling his lips away, he held her hand as he knelt in front of her.
“Remington Rachel Franks, we’ve had a long road to get here. Probably because I’m too hard-headed to see the beauty that was always in front of me.” He paused for the laughter to quiet. “It may have taken until I was forty-four years old, but I know what I want now. I’ve been given a glimpse of how wonderful life can be with you by my side. I love your strength, your decisiveness, and I’ve even fallen in love with your need for a neat house. Each day, I wake up excited to spend it with you, my love. There’s nothing I’d change about you because you’re perfect for me. I want to spend the rest of my life showing how much you mean to me. Whether we live in your current house or build a brand new one, I don’t care because the place doesn’t matter—you do. My warrior woman, will you marry me?”
She swallowed, trying to find enough moisture to answer. “I always wondered why I couldn’t find anyone over the years but then you came home. I realized I’d found my hero years ago but had to wait for us to find our way back to each other. I can’t think of anything I want more than to be yours. Yes, I’m yours always.”
He slid the ring on her finger and had her in his arms in seconds. The place she’d always dreamed of being was hers now and forever. He was right, their road had been bumpy, but she wouldn’t change a thing. They weren’t starry-eyed kids who didn’t know what they wanted. They’d grow old together while raising a family. She couldn’t wait to tell him they’d already begun. Maybe she’d save that nugget to share with him when they were alone. She loved their huge family but for a little while, she wanted to keep it to just them. She and her biker president who’d given her the world. She didn’t need a prince to rescue her. She had her man who recognized they could stand together against anything.
He turned and held his hand out. She might be a badass woman, but she’d longed for a property cut. She’d hoped War would continue the tradition. He turned back, holding her cut.
