Epilogue 2 - Rookie
One Year Later
Amanda is five months pregnant, and honestly, I'm only surprised it took this long.
I've been cumming inside her pretty much every time we fuck, which is still daily, except for the handful of times I've finished in her mouth or on her tits. We weren't exactly careful. Didn't use protection. Didn't pull out. Just fucked raw and hungry like we couldn't get enough of each other.
Because we can't.
Now she's carrying my kid, her belly round and swollen, her tits even fuller than before. She's fucking gorgeous pregnant. Glowing. And still insatiable, which I love.
But today isn't just about the baby. Today is about something I've been working toward for years.
Today, I'm getting patched in as a full member of the Savage Riders MC.
Me, Shadow, and Chaos. All three of us earning our patches on the same day. It's been a long time coming. We proved ourselves during the Iron Eagles war, bled for the club, killed for it. But King made us wait, made sure we were committed for the right reasons before making it permanent.
Now, standing in the clubhouse with my brothers surrounding me, I know this is where I belong.
The clubhouse is packed. Every patched member is here. King and Luna, Tank and Amelia with little Anna, Beast and Jenny, Rage and Claire with Eli, Torch and Sidney with Max, Steel and Holly, Shadow and Rachel. Even Chaos brought Ruby and little Liam.
It's a full celebration. Family. Brotherhood. Everything I lost when Nathan died, found again in this club.
"You ready?" King asks, standing in front of me with my new leather vest. No longer a prospect cut, but a full patch with SAVAGE RIDERS across the back and ROOKIE on the front.
My road name. I earned it. Kept it. Made it mean something.
"Yeah." My voice is steady. "I'm ready."
King holds out the vest, and I slip it on. The leather settles on my shoulders like it was made for me. Like coming home.
"Danny 'Rookie' Wells," King says formally, his voice carrying through the room. "You've proven your loyalty to this club. You've bled for us. Fought for us. Killed for us. Today, you're no longer a prospect. Today, you're a brother."
The room erupts in cheers and applause. My brothers crowd around, clapping my back, shaking my hand, welcoming me officially into the family.
Shadow is next, getting his patch with the same ceremony. Then Chaos, grinning like a kid on Christmas despite being the youngest of us. When it's done, when all three of us are wearing our patches, King raises his beer.
"To our new brothers!" he shouts. "May they ride with honor and die with their boots on!"
"To brotherhood!" everyone echoes, drinking deep.
I scan the crowd and find Amanda standing near the bar, one hand resting on her pregnant belly, tears streaming down her face. Happy tears. Proud tears.
I make my way to her, and she throws her arms around my neck.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispers against my ear. "My patched biker."
"Your old man," I correct, using the club terminology. "You're my old lady now. Official."
She pulls back, laughing through her tears. "Your pregnant old lady."
"The sexiest pregnant woman I've ever seen." I slide my hand over her belly, feeling the slight movement of our baby. "Carrying my kid. Wearing my mark. Mine in every way that matters."
"Yours," she agrees, kissing me.
A year ago, this seemed impossible. A cop and a criminal. Two people from opposite worlds trying to make something work that shouldn't.
But we did it. We made it work.
Amanda took a position in community outreach six months ago. Still a cop, but working with neighborhoods instead of patrols. It keeps her away from the violent calls, keeps her safer, and lets her actually help people the way she always wanted to.
Morrison wasn't thrilled about her relationship with me, but he couldn't deny she's good at her job. She's built trust in communities that haven't trusted cops in years. She's made a difference.
And she's done it while being my girlfriend. My partner. My everything.
We found out she was pregnant three months ago. I'd just finished fucking her against the shower wall when she mentioned her period was late. We bought six tests. All positive.
I thought I'd be scared. Thought I'd panic. But when I saw those two lines, all I felt was joy. Pure, overwhelming joy.
We're having a daughter. Found out last week. A little girl who's going to have her mother's green eyes and my stubborn attitude. A little girl I'm going to protect with everything I have.
"Rookie!" Beast calls from across the room. "Get over here. We're doing shots!"
Amanda laughs. "Go. Celebrate with your brothers. I'll be here."
"You sure?" I don't want to leave her.
"I'm sure." She pushes me gently. "This is your day. Enjoy it."
I kiss her once more, then head to the bar where Beast is pouring whiskey. Tank, King, Rage, Torch, Steel, Shadow, and Chaos are already gathered, shots in hand.
"To Rookie," King says, raising his glass. "Who punched a cop to protect a woman and ended up falling for her."
"To love making us all fucking stupid," Tank adds with a grin.
"To pussy that changes everything," Beast laughs.
We drink, the whiskey burning down my throat. Then another round. And another.
"Never thought I'd see the day," Shadow says, leaning against the bar beside me. "You and a cop. Making it work."
"Neither did I." I glance at Amanda, who's talking with Luna and the other old ladies. "But she's different. She's—"
"Worth it," Shadow finishes. "Yeah, I get it. Rachel is worth it too."
Rachel, the woman Shadow found during our raid on the Eagles a year ago. She's standing with Amanda now, laughing at something Jenny said, her dark hair falling around her face.
"We all found women who shouldn't make sense," I say, looking around the room.
"Luna married King despite him being a hardass.
Amelia chose Tank even though he's terrifying.
Jenny fell for Beast when he was too scared to commit.
Claire saw past Rage's anger. Sidney gave Torch a second chance.
Holly stood by Steel when her brother was a mess.
Rachel trusted Shadow after being kidnapped.
Ruby ran to Chaos when everyone else abandoned her. "
"And you fell for a cop," Shadow concludes. "Despite hating everything she represents."
"Except I don't hate her." The admission comes easy now. "I hate the system. Hate the corruption. But Amanda?" I shake my head. "She's trying to fix it from the inside. Trying to be the kind of cop who actually helps people. How can I hate that?"
"You can't," Shadow says simply. "That's why you love her."
Love. I haven't said it to her yet. Haven't found the right moment. But it's true. I love Amanda Collins with everything I have.
She's my opposite in every way. Light to my darkness, hope to my cynicism, faith to my doubt. But somehow, we balance each other. Make each other better.
"I'm going to marry her," I say suddenly. "And I’m proposing today. I'm going to make her my wife."
Shadow's eyes widen slightly. "Yeah? Today?"
"Yeah." I drain my whiskey. "She's already mine in every way that matters. Might as well make it legal."
"King's going to give you so much shit about marrying a cop," Shadow warns.
"Let him." I grin. "I don't give a fuck. She's worth it."
The party continues around us. Music playing, people laughing, kids running wild. This is my family now. These bikers and their women and their children. This chaotic, violent, loving family that accepted me when I had nothing.
And Amanda fits right in. I watch her laughing with Luna, see her helping Amelia keep track of Anna, notice her rubbing her pregnant belly while talking to Sidney about babies.
She's one of them now. An old lady. My old lady.
Later, when the party winds down and people start heading home, I pull Amanda aside.
"Come on," I say, leading her toward the door. "Let's go home."
"Home." She smiles at the word. "I like the sound of that."
We've been living together for months now, but it still feels new. Still feels like a miracle that she chose me. That she stays.
At home, I help her out of her clothes: her uniform long since traded for comfortable maternity jeans and a soft shirt. Her body has changed with pregnancy, curves even more pronounced, belly swollen with our daughter.
"You're staring," she says, blushing.
"Can't help it." I run my hands over her belly. "You're beautiful like this. Pregnant with my baby. Marked as mine."
"I'm always yours." She pulls me down for a kiss. "Patch or no patch. Badge or no badge. I'm yours."
"And I'm yours." I kiss her deeper, tasting whiskey on my tongue. "My cop. My woman. My everything."
We make love slowly that night—her on top, riding me gently because anything too rough hurts her back now. I watch her face as she moves, see the pleasure and love and complete trust in her eyes.
This woman. This impossible, wonderful woman who walked into my life and changed everything.
"I love you," I say as she comes, her pussy clenching around my cock.
"I love you too," she gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders. "God, Danny, I love you so much."
We've said it before, but it never gets old. Never stops making my chest tight.
I flip us, taking over, fucking her with long, deep strokes until we're both gasping. When I come, I bury myself as deep as possible, filling her with my seed like I have a thousand times before.
After, when we're both catching our breath, I reach for the nightstand drawer. My heart pounds as I pull out the small velvet box I've been hiding for two weeks.
"Danny?" Amanda's eyes widen as she sees it. "What—"
"I know we've only been together a year." I open the box, revealing the simple diamond ring inside. "I know people will say it's too fast. That we're too different. That a cop and a biker will never work long-term."
"Danny—"
"But I don't give a fuck what people say." I take the ring out, my hands shaking slightly. "You changed my life, Amanda. You took all my hate and anger and showed me there was still something worth fighting for. Something worth believing in."
Tears stream down her face.
"You're carrying my daughter. You're wearing my mark.
You're already mine in every way that matters.
" I take her left hand, holding the ring over her finger.
"But I want to make it official. I want you to be my wife.
I want to stand in front of everyone—the club, the cops, the whole fucking town—and claim you as mine forever. "
"Yes." She's sobbing now, happy tears that make her glow. "Yes, I'll marry you."
I slide the ring onto her finger, and it fits perfectly. She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me through her tears.
"I love you," she whispers against my lips. "My patched biker. My future husband. The father of my child."
"I love you," I reply. "My cop. My fiancée. The mother of my daughter."
We hold each other as our baby kicks between us, a reminder of the life we've created together. The family we're building despite every odd against us.
A year ago, I was a prospect full of hate and rage, convinced I'd never find peace. Now I'm a patched member with a woman I love, a baby on the way, and a future that looks nothing like what I planned.
It looks better.
So much fucking better.
I kiss Amanda's forehead and pull her closer, feeling the weight of my new patch on my shoulders and the ring on her finger. Two symbols of belonging, of family, of home.
This is what Nathan would've wanted for me. Not revenge or anger, but this. Love. Purpose. A reason to keep going.
"Thank you," I whisper, not sure if I'm talking to Amanda or my brother or the universe itself.
Amanda just squeezes me tighter, understanding without words.
Tomorrow we'll tell the club about the engagement. We'll deal with Morrison's reaction and King's warnings and everyone's opinions about our relationship.
But tonight, it's just us. Just this perfect moment of peace and love and possibility.
And that's more than enough.
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