Chapter 29
Drew
My eyes tear up as I look at myself in the full-length mirror, the princess skater dress that just hides my little bump. It suits me much better than the floor-length gown mom wanted me to wear.
I’ve got on some white wedges, my makeup is minimal, and my hair is down and slightly curled.
It’s the ballerina in me and it is perfect.
“Okay, I relent, this dress suits you better,” mom grumbles from behind me, and I chuckle slightly despite the tension between us that just keeps on building.
I’m in the minister's office while Bellamy waits inside the church along with the Dark Angels because, apparently, Mom insisted on a church wedding. The county hall is not good enough in her eyes and I relented until she made another request that had me questioning her motives.
“I feel pretty,” I murmur, eyeing the simple light purple diamond engagement ring Bellamy gave me yesterday after we’d found out the sex of our baby. It was the first time since finding out I was pregnant, I was excited.
I envisioned a boy like Bellamy, riding dirt bikes, then a girl who danced while riding. When they said what we were having, I cried—seeing only Bellamy's excitement, guilt gone.
He’s healing… no, he’s letting himself heal.
“Thank you for allowing your sister to be here today, Drew,” Mom whispers, and I hum but don’t vocally say anything because there isn’t anything to say without hurting her.
For years, mom placated my sister until Elizabeth decided to screw Drake as a way to hurt me simply for existing.
I realized yesterday that Mom was more upset at the embarrassment and not the hurt she was doing to me.
Mom said mean things about me to make Elizabeth happy, making Elizabeth feel like I was unimportant and that she could have everything I had, including my wages if I had still lived at home and worked.
Yesterday, while I was in a happy mood, about to announce the sex of our baby, my mom pleaded with me to let my sister Elizabeth come to the wedding. She promised Elizabeth would be on her best behavior and I was shocked, so was Dad.
Mom had just discharged Elizabeth from the psychiatric ward against my dad's wishes and when we got home. We walked in shocked to see a pissed off Dad and my sister sitting on the couch eyeing my fiancé as soon as she saw him. She looked angrier than ever when she noticed my bump, and I didn’t get to announce what we were having.
“Drew,” Mom tries, but she’s cut off when Dad opens the door.
He looks at Mom and scowls, making her flinch, and I sigh as he looks my way.
“Sweetheart, you look beautiful,” he whispers, and I smile and return, “Thank you, Daddy…”
His eyes tear up, and he holds his arm up and asks, “You ready?”
I grin and admit, “More than ready,” as I walk over to him and take his arm while Mom follows, sulking because I refused to hold her arm down the aisle, instead she’ll be walking behind us.
I love my mother, I do, but yet again, something that is supposed to be about me, she’s made it about my sister. My sister, who is younger than me, tried to punch my stomach, and I don’t know how to forgive her this time, especially when I thought she was trying over the last few years.
Soft music plays—the same tune I was dancing to the first time Bellamy spoke to me and I grin widely, tears in my eyes, as Dad escorts me down the aisle.
My soon-to-be husband stands in slacks, a black button-down shirt with a few buttons undone, showing off his tattoos and his cut.
Blade, dressed similarly, stands beside him with a massive grin.
My sister glares at me, Viper and Venom on either side of her and I relax, certain my baby and I are safe.
I never should have let my mother guilt-trip me into allowing her to be here.
Bellamy takes a few steps towards me. He shakes my dad's hand, then takes mine and guides me to the minister, who grins widely.
"Family, friends, loved ones," he begins as I face Bellamy and smile at the love in his dark brown eyes.
All thoughts of my sister disappear as I melt into Bellamy’s eyes. Everything the minister says blurs, my only focus is Bellamy, like it has been since he rode into town.
***
Half an hour later, Bellamy carries me out of the church, bridal style, as I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck. Happiness fills me deeply as everyone follows us out, throwing petals.
The ceremony went smoothly. As we said our ‘I do’s’, Viper covered my sister's mouth when she tried to protest. Meanwhile, Dad glared at Mom, obviously blaming her.
Dad decided that my sister Elizabeth wouldn’t be moving with us or staying in our family home.
Which shocked my mother because her plan was to allow my sister to live rent free in our family home then join us in a few months.
Thankfully, aware that her marriage to Dad was on thin ice, she kept her mouth shut.
Dad agreed to give Elizabeth two months' rent, and the rest is up to her to grow up, while I, well, I still think she belongs in a psychiatric hospital because the girl isn’t right.
She wants whatever I want, and not in a normal sister kind of way. Mom signed her out and claimed all rights over her, Dad can’t force her back.
“Smile!” Dad commands and Bellamy and I look toward him and grin widely for the camera and he takes several photos before he asks, “I forgot, after everything yesterday, what am I having?”
I laugh at his words and remind him, “Me, Dad, the baby is mine and Bell’s,” but he waves his hand.
“Yeah, yeah, so what am I having?” he repeats and I laugh as Bellamy gently puts me down. Everyone gathers around, all wanting to know, including my sister which sets my nerves high.
Bellamy rubs my stomach and says softly, “Everyone, I’d like for you to meet Angela Alesia Martinez,” and the Dark Angels all cheer.
Dad's eyes tear up, my sister scowls, and my mom looks gutted.
Guess she was hoping if I had a girl, I’d name the baby after her but why would I?
The baby has Bellamy’s little sister’s name and his mother’s as her middle, who cried for about an hour last night when we called her and told her.
“Your sister would be so goddamn proud,” Dad chokes to Bell, who smiles softly, and I look at my husband, a word I absolutely love, and I ask, “Are you ready to go home, darling?”
He cups my cheek and leans down, pressing his lips against mine before stating, “Yeah, baby, let’s go home,” and everyone cheers loudly—well, everyone except for Elizabeth and my mom, because now my mom has to stay until she moves Elizabeth into an apartment, since my mom discharged her from the hospital and all that.
I press my lips against Bellamy’s, then I pull him towards my truck, which has a trailer behind with his bike in it and he grins widely as everything inside me settles.
Giving him my heart even though I was scared, giving everything up for him, is something I will never regret. I know he will support me in everything I do.
He has already given me a family. He has given me hope.
Being trapped in a cage with Bellamy is the best experience of my life and it’s one I’ll forever want to stay in.