“I love her. She’ll come first to me in everything,” I vow to him.
“Thank you.” His hand comes down on my shoulder. He gives it a hard squeeze before he leaves. I walk over, locking the door behind them. When I turn back, Olivia is holding the test in her hand.
“Should I take it?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I clear the space between us, lifting her off her feet.
“Why doesn’t it matter?” She wraps her body around me.
“If you’re not pregnant, you will be soon enough.”
I may not have gotten everything right in life. But every choice, wrong or right, had led me straight to Olivia.
Epilogue
Olivia
A few weeks later
I can’t believe this is happening already. The past few weeks have flown by. Not only am I pregnant, but I’m getting married tomorrow. I was so sure it would be impossible to have a wedding pulled together this quickly, but Jason proved my butt wrong. I should have known that he would do whatever it took to make me his officially.
I actually suggested waiting until our little peanut entered the world, but Jason wasn’t having that. But my man also knew I wanted a full-blown wedding with all the bells and whistles. To have my dad walk me down the aisle and willingly give me over to the man I was going to marry. I want a celebration of our love.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” Jason asks, leaning over and nuzzling at my neck.
“We can’t run out of our rehearsal dinner.” I tilt my neck to give him better access.
“We can do anything we want.” Jason nips at my neck, trying to get me to change my mind.
“We’re not supposed to stay together tonight. I was going to—"
“You’re in my bed tonight. That’s not up for debate.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip, getting turned on by his possessiveness. His hand slips across my stomach. We haven't told many people I’m pregnant yet because it’s still so soon.
“Fine, but we have to stay a bit longer.” I lean forward to peek down the table, where my older brother Kane is sitting. He’s got his eyes trained on Pink. She’s looking anywhere but at my brother. I so want to know what’s going on with those two.
I’m pretty sure my brother is smitten with her. I’ve never met or even seen a girl he’s dated. That’s not a topic of his life he lets me in on. But I would have never guessed Pink would be his type. I figured a cookie cutter girl would be more his speed. My brother does everything by the book. He’s a rule follower.
“You’re a caveman,” Vee huffs, coming back to the table. Arch pulls out a chair for her. Her hair is a bit messy. That seems to be her new look whenever Archer is around. No wonder she was in the bathroom for so long.
“Watch it,” Arch warns her. Not caring who is watching, he smacks her ass as she goes to sit down.
“You!” she hisses at him, her whole face going red. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. I love seeing this side of her come out. Arch drops down into the chair next to her before he grabs hers and pulls her even closer to him. She rolls her eyes. “Are we having a sleepover tonight?” she asks me, ignoring Arch.
“No.” Both Jason and Arch speak at the same time.
“What the hell has happened to this place?” Marks mutters as he takes a bite of his steak.
“I think this place cleans up really nice.” I glance around the inside of the club that’s been given a bit of a face lift, so to speak. I decided I wanted to have the wedding here. Giant beautiful tents will be put up tomorrow outside for the reception. They are even going to hang chandeliers in them. It’s crazy what these wedding planner people can do. I guess it helps when your man has deep pockets.
I was happy when the wedding planner suggested decorating the inside of the club too. This place is almost unrecognizable right now. I thought it would be best to have the wedding here. Maybe I’m crazy, but I wanted to pull our two worlds together. Jason and I are together, and nothing is going to change that. Everyone might as well get along or get the hell out.
Some did get the hell out. Eddie’s father was one of them, along with a handful of older patches. I’d been a bit worried how everyone might take to me, but everyone else has been surprisingly nice. Even Pink and I are close now. She’s one of my bridesmaids.
“Everyone is getting along.” I turn to face my soon-to-be husband.
“Neither of your brothers have threatened to kill me today, so that’s good,” he teases me as he brings a bite of steak to my mouth. I open, letting him feed me.