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It hits me, fuck, Mel's friend Meghan, who she mentions from time to time, the resident doctor, fuck me, she was my Meghan all along, and she's becoming a fucking doctor. When the wedding march sounds, echoing through the church, everyone stands as Mel stands at the top of the aisle with Gunner's dad, Mel's biological father, who walks her down the aisle. She looks perfect in an off-white floor-length gown. Her brown hair is down and curly while her eyes shine, and she is finally getting to marry her love. I look towards Meghan while Alexander babbles near me. Her eyes are teary as she watches her friend walk up to Dagger.
Fuck, another thought hits me: her friend, who stopped her from getting fucking shot. Fuck, Dagger said Cassidy had the gun pointed at Meghan, oh shit. I feel sick.
I could have lost her permanently, and our daughter could have lost her mother.
As soon as Mel's standing next to Dagger Axel starts the wedding,
"We are gathered here today to finally marry these two love birds."
Everyone chuckles, but I don't move my eyes from my Wildcat. She discreetly looks towards Cammy to ensure the little girl is okay before looking back at the couple, never once looking my way, breaking my heart bit by bit.
As Dagger says his vows, Gunner discreetly nudges me, making me look at him and taking my eyes off Meghan. He tilts his head to the back of the church, and I look only to freeze; Star. I tense up before looking towards Flame, who's trying his hardest to look happy when he's dying inside. I look back at Gunner, but he subtly shakes his head, and I nod.
After the wedding.
As soon as Axel says, 'You may now kiss your old lady' Dagger grabs his woman and plants one on her while lifting her up, making us all cheer, before Gunner places Alexander in my arms as Star leaves the church. I hold him tightly as his daddy goes to Flame, informing him that his love is at the back of the church. I watch him look at Gunner in confusion. I watch his eyes widen before he rushes out to the other side of the church to catch up with her. I can see Meghan in the corner of my eye; tears are falling down her cheeks as she watches me with the baby before looking towards our daughter, knowing she missed out on me being there for five years, and my heart breaks for her.
I want to hold her in my arms and never let go.
As the bride and groom start to walk down the aisle, I quickly hand Gunner his son back and ask, "Do you think he'll make it?" I question, and he just shrugs before he rasps, "I hope so." I nod before I quickly go ahead of him.
We already had a plan to switch places at the end of the ceremony. He wanted to walk up the aisle with his woman instead of the maid of honor, and now I'm fucking happy we did. I meet Meghan near the altar, and she tenses. I swallow hard as the little girl stands in between us, clinging to her mother's hand. I want to pick her up. I want to hold them both in my arms.
I see a few brothers look at her before me and shock, etched, their features, and when I lock eyes with my mother, tears instantly fill her eyes, but I don't stop; I can't; she'll get in the middle, and I can't have that. My father, who has also put two and two together, quickly grabs my mother's arm to hold her back, and I give him a nod in thanks as I walk out of the church with the two most important women in my life.
When we make it outside, the little girl instantly lets go of her mother's hand and goes over to the daisies.
"Lilah Rose, stay where I can see you." She says, and the little girl, Lilah, nods her head, grinning with my grin at her mother.
I look towards her, but she's not looking at me; she's watching our daughter.
"Rose?"
I question with a rasp, the rose on my hand, for my mother tingles.
"She deserved to have a little piece of her father's family."
My eyes start to sting, and tears want to build up.
She looks at me, her blue eyes shining with relief but also pain.
"Five years," she rasps, "five years and thirteen MC's."
Some of my tears fall. "You've been trying to find me all this time, not just that once with the Rebels?"
Hope builds in my chest—hope that we have a chance, that I finally get my girl—but as Meghan turns her head to the entry of the church, I know instantly that my dreams won't cometrue just yet because she tenses before looking back at me. "Dr. Thomas is my supervisor at work; I know he's part of your club. You can contact me through him, and we'll arrange visitations. Your daughter's only wish is to have her daddy."
More tears fall when she turns and walks away. I don't need to look to see that it was Clitter she saw. She holds her hand out to our daughter before heading to an old white Buick, the one Mel got out of all those months ago when I first met her at Sweet Treats. She clicks our daughter in her car seat while my dad slides up next to me, my tears falling hard.
"That isn't the way I thought our reunion would be. I thought she'd jump in my arms, end-of-movie kind of shit, but instead, she's walking in on me fucking Clitter with our daughter, MY fucking daughter, right behind her, holding daises. My daughter, whom she named her middle name Rose in honor of our family, MY daughter whose first five years of life I have missed."
My dad nods, his hand gripping my shoulder. "When you saw her again, was the love still there?"
I nod, not looking away from the white Buick as it drives down the road heading towards the reception, which happily is at the clubhouse. "More intense, dad. I wanted to hold her and never let her go.
My dad nods, "Then fucking fight for her. I'll keep your mother away in the meantime; you don't need her making drama and accusations."
I nod, determination building in my gut. I will win my family; I won't lose her a second time; I won't lose our daughter.
