Loving Violet (Rockers' Legacy Book 4)

Beautiful blue eyes widened in surprise. “Fuck. I didn’t.” Groaning, he slid the ring onto my finger. “Violet, will you—”

“Yes!” I shouted and threw my arms around him before he could even finish speaking.

He caught me, barely keeping us from toppling back onto the deck. Laughing, he jumped to his feet, bringing me with him, and kissed the breath out of me. When he lifted his head, I was panting softly, and Dad was standing there with Mom.

Keeping one arm around me, Remington turned and readily shook Dad’s hand when he extended it. “When you asked to marry my little Violet, I wanted to say no. She’s my only daughter and the most precious girl in the universe in my eyes. To me, no one is worthy of her.”

He paused and cleared his throat roughly. “But I see how happy she is with you. How she’s always smiling when you’re beside her. How just mentioning your name makes her light up. If I’m being honest, I was scared she wouldn’t ever be this happy again. It’s because of you that she is, and it’s only because of her happiness that I’m able to stand here and tell you I hope your life together is just as amazing as mine has always been with her mother.”

When he started to cry again, I hugged him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Mom hugged Remington, welcoming him to the family with a bright smile. After she stepped back, the rest of our family came over to do the same.

The day was perfect.

Until Aunt Layla took me aside a few hours later as we sailed back to the harbor. She hugged me then pulled back so our eyes met. “Are you sure about this? I mean—”

“Please don’t,” I whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was watching us.

“Violet, I know you’re happy. But you barely know this guy and—”

“Your son barely knew his new wife a minute before he had his ring on her finger,” I reminded her angrily. “I’ve known Remington for years. I love him, Aunt Layla.”

“You loved Luca too,” she said with a glare.

I inhaled deeply and slowly released it, trying to keep calm. She’d been so great all day. I thought she was okay with me being with someone other than her son, that she was happy for me, but apparently I’d been wrong. “You’re right. I did love him once. He was my first love, and if he hadn’t put his dick in someone else and gotten her pregnant, I might still love him.” She flinched, but I refused to feel even an ounce of guilt for snapping at her. “But that’s in the past now. I’m allowed to move on and be happy with someone else.”

“You’re right,” she murmured, her eyes filling with sadness. “I just don’t know how I’m going to tell Luca you are marrying someone else.”

“Start by asking how his latest fuck buddy is,” I told her and turned to go. Before I took another step, I glanced back at her over my shoulder. “I’m not going to let you or anyone else make me feel guilty for loving someone else. It’s pretty selfish of you to even try.”

I saw the apology in her eyes, but when she opened her mouth, I walked away. I didn’t want to hear it.

I could almost understand where she was coming from, though. Luca was her son, and she didn’t know how to explain to him that the girl he once claimed to love more than life itself was starting a life with someone else.

But I’d thought I mattered to her too.

Realizing I was wrong hurt, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me. Not when a new adventure with Remington was already underway.

Chapter 37

Violet

Krush whined at the door, and I slowly lifted my head to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My face was pale, but my cheeks were pink and my eyes were overbright with tears. I looked how I felt, as if I were in shock yet so crazy-happy I couldn’t think straight.

My gaze went back to the little stick I’d peed on only a few minutes before. PREGNANT flashed at me like a neon light. I’d watched the thing once I’d put the cap back on, unable to take my eyes off it for the required time to give me a reading. But the full three minutes hadn’t even gone by before the positive sign had appeared.

My heart was racing, and I didn’t know if I could move, let alone walk downstairs and show Remington that we were going to be parents. My period was late, which was something I wasn’t used to, so I’d gone out earlier that morning to grab a pregnancy test while he was working in the home office.

He’d only asked me to marry him a month ago, and during that time, we’d gone back and forth about having a small, intimate wedding with just a few choice people or a huge celebration. After how Aunt Layla reacted about the idea of us getting married, I was leaning more toward the smaller ceremony.

Other than talking, though, we hadn’t made a move to start planning the wedding. Now that I was pregnant, I wasn’t even sure I wanted a wedding. Marriage, sure. I was all for being Mrs. Remington Sawyer. But a wedding just seemed pointless to me.

Krush whined again, this time scratching his giant paw on the door to get my attentio

n. Grinning, I picked up the stick and practically skipped out of the room. Opening the door, I bent to kiss the dog’s huge head. “You’re going to be a big brother, Krushy,” I told him as I took a moment to cuddle him.

Krush huffed as if he didn’t like the idea of not being my only baby, and I gave him one more hug before running downstairs.