32. Epilogue
Epilogue
Psycho – One Year Later
Hudson’s giggles echo in the common room as he tries to run away from his Mama, his bare ass out in view for everyone to see and the brothers laugh, cheering him on making me shake my head at the scene but not getting involved.
I know better, he’ll think it’s a game and only make things harder for my wife.
“Get your squishy butt here, mister,” Ivy says which only makes my son giggle harder and I grin as I pick up my beer before my black band gains my attention and my grin softens, the one memory I will never forget hits me like it does every time I see the ring on my finger.
“I do,” Ivy whispers, looking into my eyes, and I smile widely as Hudson coos over my shoulder.
She looks fucking beautiful in her simple white skater dress, her hair up with the clip I gave her years ago while our son wears black pant and a white shirt like me
Just us three, as it always should have been.
Hudson giggles, making us grin as the man beside us continues with his words. Judge Donald's wife, who is our witness, asked if I wanted her to hold Hudson, but I declined, knowing he needs to be right here between us, where he belongs.
We could have lost him, and heck, Ivy could have lost me. Marrying her this way just seems right, and even Venom and Glock understood.
We swap rings. My mother's silver band with rubies surrounding it fits perfectly on her finger, making me grin while Ivy gently places a black band on mine. The ring feels so fucking right, and we lock eyes, smiling like loons at each other.
“You may now kiss the bride,” Judge Donald says, and Ivy and I grin before I cup the back of her neck and slam my lips against hers, making her mine always….
I smile a little.
It’s been nearly a year since we said I do, and we’ve been in a state of happy bliss that I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Waking up every day with her in my arms, watching her be a mama to our son and work her ass off at Dark Angel’s Garage to prove herself when she has tenfold and making love to her… It’s a dream fucking come true, one I hold onto every day.
Don’t get me wrong, things have been difficult within the club, and things are only just settling down, but where Ivy is concerned, happiness surrounds us.
So much drama and hurt have occurred over the past year, with some brothers having a difficult few months but Ivy and I couldn’t be happier, and we’ve held strong while helping the brothers.
I have blood on my hands, blood I don’t regret spilling because when you come for my family, I go for you, that is how it is, and the best part, my wife understands.
I’m one lucky fucker.
“Hudson, you need a diaper on,” Tate giggles, looking at my son and I tilt my head towards the little girl whose eyes still show fear, dark circles still surrounding them, something a five-year-old shouldn’t hold.
If I could take away her pain, I would and knowing she has her parents keeping her up is a fucking blessing none of us thought would happen…
Hudson squeals as my dad catches him, and he falls into full bits of laughter, causing Tate to giggle and I smile as Mama wraps her arm around Dad while paying attention to her grandson as Dad looks at Mama like she hangs the moon.
I guess time apart did them well because now they’re closer than ever. She has her old lady cut back on, she’s living with him in our old home and she’s wearing her wedding ring again.
Laughter and chatter fill the room, and I lean back in my chair, enjoying it and taking every little bit in, something I learned was precious.
I never did regain all of my memories. Brothers will bring up shit and I wouldn’t recall it and sometimes it pisses me off but there is nothing I can do about it, besides, the doctor said they may return or they may not so there is no need to dwell on it.
My body is content because I’ve gotten the most important ones back.
“Your son is a handful,” Ivy huffs as she sits beside me and lays her head on my shoulder, and I smile as I place my hand between her jean-clad luscious thighs.
“Mama said he’s exactly like how I was, so we’re in for a treat, cupcake,” I mutter before I kiss her head, inhaling her scent, which settles me as always.
I need her near me always. It doesn’t matter if she’s in the middle of fixing a car or if I’m tatting someone; I need her. Just the sound of her voice helps me relax and I know it can’t be healthy, but I just don’t give a shit, not anymore.
She’s my best friend, my heart.
“When do Blade and Luna return?” Ivy asks, and I mutter, “Next week. Apparently, the twins love the seaside.”
Ivy hums, and I smile.
For the past two weeks, I’ve been in charge of keeping the club together while he spends time with his family and I have to tell you, it is a fucking pain.
Nagging old ladies, moaning clubwhores, prospects who are lazy, club runs that have to be organized…
Several times while I’ve been face deep in Ivy’s pussy one of the fuckers call me and interrupt my heaven and several times I’ve nearly killed someone.
I can’t wait for Blade to get home.
“When he returns, do you think you, Huddy, and I can go to Rome for a week?” Ivy asks and I look down at her to see her eyes are already on me, our sons' laughter surrounding us.
“Whatever you want, cupcake,” I answer, and she smiles, her eyes tearing, which makes me frown in confusion.
Her emotions have been all over the place lately and I thought it was because of what happened with her mama and shit but now, I’m not so sure.
“What’s going on, Ives?” I ask with concern.
“I’m pregnant,” she admits, and my mouth parts, but shock soon hits when she admits, “I stopped the pill three months ago.”
I raise a brow and ask, “You trapped me?”
She winces but admits, “Basically yeah even though we are married and have a son, I just, the doctor at my last visit said it could take up to a year to fall pregnant, especially after the trauma I went through with Huddy and I was going to tell you but then the stick came back positive.”
Her eyes race between mine with worry, and I grin widely and admit, “I swapped your birth control pills with multivitamins five months ago…”
Guess great minds think alike.
Her eyes widen before she chuckles, and I chuckle along with her, then press my lips against hers in a hard, bruising kiss before I feel little hands grabbing my jeans, and I break away before locking eyes with light brown ones like my own.
“Daddy,” he murmurs, tiredness lacing his voice, and I pick him up, placing him on my chest as I wrap my arm around my woman.
“I love you, Ivy,” I state, looking at her, and she looks at me, grinning.
“Not as much as I love you,” she replies and I chuckle, pecking her lips again before my eyes go to her stomach and I know I’m going to wrap her in bubble wrap and I can’t seem to give two shits about it.
Ivy, Hudson, and our baby are my everything, along with the club and the two more kids my girl will give me.
I’ll never take her for granted, never allow miscommunication to tear us apart because Ivy and I were always meant to be, and she’ll always be mine, forever and always.