Epilogue
EPILOGUE
JACK
Lilith smiles at me from across the yard, where she sits with the Ol’ Ladies, my nephew perched on her lap, and fuck me, she looks good with a kid in her arms. One day I will plant my baby in her and give Dom a baby brother or sister.
It has been three weeks since we rescued her from her crazy ex. She is healing mentally from it all but is still having nightmares; she wakes up screaming her cousin’s name. When she got back to the clubhouse, Jodie checked her back and told her that she needed to rest, I took over her care.
The club handed Vanessa’s body over to the family with the help of the Sheriff’s department. They explained everything that Christopher did to both women.
Only Lilith’s dad reached out to her to check in. Her mother and sister fled to Italy, with Vanessa’s mom, to get away from prying eyes and the idle gossip. Pathetic, if you ask me. Lilith’s father has filed for divorce from his wife, saying that he could not believe that after everything my girl went through, she ran, not wanting to help their daughter.
“She looks good. How are the nightmares?” Pres asks.
“Still having them, but they don’t seem as bad,” I inform him.
We are all sitting around the firepit, every male member of the club, and I have to say, it feels fucking good to have the first generation of Rugged Skulls Fort Lauderdale charter and the second generation all sitting here.
“It will take time. She saw her cousin killed by the one she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with. You will help her through it, so will the club,” Opal adds, and the guys nod in agreement.
“Everyone remembers their first dead body. Give her time, she is strong,” Sarge says.
“All of our women are strong as fuck. Each of them has been through something, some worse than others, but they all came out on the right side, thank fuck,” Edge declares.
“Fuck yeah, they are, and so are our daughters,” Slade states, looking over to his woman, Ada, and his daughter Winnie.
“She is okay.” Jase takes his man’s hand, and Slade nods but drops his gaze from them.
A few days ago, Winnie had a health scare; her heart went into an irregular rhythm, and it scared the shit out of us. It turned out that she had a chest infection that put some stress on her heart.
“Dad.” I look to my right, seeing my son smiling up at me. “Can we do it now?” He is bouncing in his seat.
“Yeah, Son. Go fetch it.” He doesn’t need to be told twice, as he runs off to get what we need.
“About fucking time, brother,” Royal teases to my left.
“Yeah, I know.” I grin.
“DAD,” Dom calls as he walks toward my girl.
I push to my feet and walk with purpose across the grounds that lead me to the people I love. I can feel all of the men behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see my father and brother closest, and my father winks.
“Lilith, can we speak to you?” Dom requests.
Tree takes Archer from her, and she stands, stepping to the both of us.
“Here.” He hands over an envelope before either can say anything.
My girl looks at me, and I wink, making her blush.
Dom leans against my body, and I can feel his body vibrating with excitement.
“What the? Oh my God. Dom, Jack,” she cries. Tears fill her eyes before slipping down her cheeks.
“I want you to be my mom. Dad helped me get adoption papers for you to sign,” he says casually, like he didn’t just drop a bomb on her.
“Oh, Dom.” She cries harder and I nudge him forward.
His arms wrap around her waist, hugging her tightly, and she holds him close too, while she cries.
“I would love to be your mother, Dominic. I already see you as mine. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Mom. Now you and Dad can give me a baby sister or brother.” He giggles.
I hook the back of his T-shirt and pull him away from her, making them both laugh harder.
“My turn,” I state.
Dom steps to my parents; my dad has his arm around my mom’s shoulders, hers around his waist.
“There are no words that will tell you how much I love you, Lilith Cullen. I can show you all the ways that I love you and it still won’t be enough. You are my fucking heart; you are my air.”
“Soppy shit,” Slide coughs, making people laugh.
I flip him off, pulling Lilith to me. Kissing her lips, I pour all of my fucking love into this one kiss. Her hands grip my cut, my hands on her waist, holding her like my life depends on it.
“I love you too, Jack. You make me so happy. So does Dom. The whole club makes me feel loved and a part of a family who knows the true meaning of the word.”
“Good, Red, baby. I am glad that you see that because this belongs to you.” Royal holds the box out to her, and I open it, removing the heavy leather cut for her.
She gasps, and I help her slip it over her shoulders. The girls cheer, all wearing their own Ol’ Ladies cuts.
“I want you to be my Ol’ Lady. To be my wife, and to have more Rugged brats with me.”
“I would love to give you more babies, Jack.” We kiss again and I hear my father mutter.
“You know what to say, Son.”
Breaking the kiss, I see Lilith’s cheeks are deep pink, her smile wide and her eyes filled with excitement. Licking her lips, she kisses me once more.
“Do it, Jack. It is a rite of passage. I am not yours until you say it.”
I wink at her smiling, before calling it.
“DIBS.”
THE END