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“And nobody can ever change that.”
Christ.
The little boy in me rears his head back, and stares in wide-eyed wonder at the precious gem we’ve found. A woman who finds us worthy.
Words could never express what Kit brings to my life. Not really. I could never do them justice. Actions are where I thrive. They always have been. Emotions are too goddamn messy.
Pealing us off the ground, I gather our discarded clothes by the fire, shield my woman’s bare body from the onlookers the best I can, and escort her inside the rear of the clubhouse. The air is cool as we navigate the halls to Big’s bedroom to wash up, pull the grass bits out of my beard and from her short hair, before we redress.
In the mirror above Big’s sink, Kit washes off her smeared makeup as I watch from the doorway, my shoulder leaning against the frame. Our gazes clash in the reflection. “Can I help you?” She blushes, not fond of bein’ the center of anyone’s attention.
“You’re breathtaking.”
Looking away, uncomfortable, Kit says nothing.
“I mean it.”
Off goes what’s left of the smokey eyeshadow with the swipe of a washrag. “I know you do.”
“I’m really happy you let me fuck you at the bar the day we met.”
“Me too,” she whispers to the sink.
Not wantin’ to get too mushy for both our sakes, I remain quiet, contemplative, as Kit finishes cleaning up. When she’s through, she turns around, looks me up and down to make sure I’m not a mess, then steps up to me. Her front against mine. Head tilted back to look at my face, she tugs on my beard. I grin, angling my head down to give her what she wants without bein’ asked.
She comes in first, dropping a simple kiss upon my lips. Sweet. Just enough to tide us over, for now. Until later. Ya know, when I have time to say hello again, to all the parts of her anatomy. Especially the one my mouth neglected tonight. Don’t worry, he’ll make up for his lapse in judgment.
Taking her hand into my own, I dust a final piece of grass from Kit’s short hair before departing Big’s bedroom.
In the infirmary, Jade and Pixie await us. They’re chatting on stools as we enter. Knowin’ Pix has my stencil ready, I take the steel chair next to her as Kit drops next to Jade to discuss their options.
Together, on our wedding day, I watch my woman get inked as I think about what my life might look like had she not shown up that day, at the gate.
The pain in my finger is nothing compared to the pain I felt when I thought I might have lost her before we even had time to know one another.
My wedding band is black and gray, interwoven with a thin red line—Celtic in style. Three strands—one for me, one for her, and one for our son. A symbol of our family and what it means to have them in my life forever. Even if we missed over two decades together, they’re here now.
Lying flat on the steel infirmary table, Kit gets a tattoo on her hip as the music from the party outside serenades us.
Pix finishes my ink first, gives it a good wipe down, and a coating in cocoa butter to heal. I join Kit when I’m through. Head lolling to the side, she looks over to me, wearing the softest, most serene look I’ve ever seen on her face. She holds out her hand to me, and I weave our fingers together as Jade continues to draw onto flesh.
“What’cha gettin’, love?” I ask.
Jade pulls back long enough for me to see. My stomach dips at the sight, and my expression must turn some sorta way when Kit’s voice rises with concern. “Babe?”
She. Wow. I didn’t expect that.
I massage my breastbone.
“Babe?” Kit repeats.
On Kit’s hip, Jade’s tattooing a sucker. A Dum Dum, like the ones we share. On the white stick is our wedding date.
I’m speechless.
Unable to say anything with tangible words, in fear I’m gonna get choked up when I don’t wanna do that shit, I lean down and drop the softest of kisses on my old lady’s mouth. She hums in satisfaction. When I pull back, Kit watches me to makes sure I’m alright.
“I think he likes it.” Her hand squeezes mine, and I squeeze it right back in confirmation.
