EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
EZRA
I’m really trying not to cry, but silent tears still slide down my cheeks.
It’s not my fault; this wedding is just beautiful, and my heart is so damn full.
Getting to be one of the people standing next to Graycie as she marries Snake makes the feeling of belonging, which I’ve been holding onto since Titus brought me to the clubhouse, deepen.
This is my family.
And right now, two people who mean the world to each other are getting married.
Graycie’s hand runs over her baby bump and the smile on her face is full of adoration as she looks up at Snake.
Opal is next to me and practically vibrating with excitement for her best friend and brother.
Titus and Sidewinder are standing tall in button down shirts and their cuts on the other side of the couple.
“You may,” Rector begins, but the rest of his words are lost as he starts to chuckle when Snake grabs Graycie, hauls her against his chest, and kisses her like he’s beyond thirsty and she’s an oasis.
Everyone around us cheers and hollers. The sound becomes even louder when Snake dips his wife and she laughs with abandon. I’m clapping and cheering, but I’m not looking at the couple.
Not anymore.
My gaze shifts to Titus to find his gray eyes already locked on me. I’m not surprised.
He’s always watching me.
Even though it should probably creep me out, that’s the last thing I feel when I can experience his gaze like a caress. His attention makes me feel safe and cherished.
Snake picks Graycie up and cradles her against his chest. “I can walk,” Graycie admonishes him, but he doesn’t listen.
He strides back down the aisle without looking back. I’m not sure who is the one in the room to break first, but the sound of our family’s laughter begins and then grows.
We’re all very aware of what Snake has in mind. The man isn’t subtle when it comes to his Old Lady.
Then again, none of the bikers around here are.
Titus steps into place next to me and I tuck my arm into his. As we walk back down the aisle, he leans down and whispers against the shell of my ear, “You better finish planning the wedding.”
I look up at him and one side of my mouth tips up. “I’m planning for spring,” I let him know.
His eyes widen and the excitement on his face is easy to see. The man has tried to talk me into a courthouse wedding multiple times, but I haven’t given in.
Honestly, I wouldn’t mind, but I want him to be celebrated and for us to have a day for us. We both deserve it and so does the love between us.
“Spring?” He narrows his eyes, his voice turning suspicious, “What else?”
I can’t help but laugh. He’s caught on.
“Spring is the only time having a building made entirely of greenery for the ceremony makes sense. Kind of like a house a fairy would live in,” my voice is casual.
He deadpans, “What?”
“I have pictures,” I tell him sweetly and bat my eyelashes at him.
Before he can agree, even though I know he will, Snake and Graycie are there looking a little disheveled and a whole lot happy. They weren’t gone long enough for anything too torrid, but her lipstick isn’t as pristine as it was before; I’ll leave it at that.
We exchange hugs and congratulations and Opal squeals when she hugs her best friend.
The joy coming off Graycie is something to witness. She keeps looking at Snake like he’s her entire world and I know he is. It’s a feeling I understand because I look at Titus the same way.
Graycie grabs my arm and gushes, “It’s picture time, but I think you should hang back a second to tell your Old Man the good news.”
With a knowing glint in her eye, she rushes off while my mouth drops open. I can’t believe she just said that.
I know why though. I’ve been putting off telling Titus about the baby for a few weeks; that was only because I read an article about the risks early on in pregnancy and have been freaking out about all the ways it could go wrong.
I’d be devastated, and don’t get me wrong, I’m not sure how I would manage it, but Titus wants a baby so badly.
The man is relentless in his mission to get me pregnant. Considering how much cum he’s…deposited, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.
It’s not just about getting me pregnant though. My big softie of a biker president wants to hold a baby in his arms. He wants to be there for the messy moments, and the ones filled with joy.
In the dark, when we’re holding each other, he’s whispered all of his secret desires and dreams along my skin. Having a family with me is at the top of his wish list.
Which is why I’ve been afraid to say anything. I don’t want him to be devastated if something goes wrong. I don’t want to be the one to bring that kind of pain into his life.
I’ve shared all my fears with my girls. Graycie has tried to get me to give him the chance to be there for me, but I’ve been stubborn. Apparently, she decided to give me a little push.
Damn it.
I look up at Titus to find him already looking down at me. There’s no surprise there, but what I’m not expecting is the knowing look on his face.
My eyes dart between his, studying him, searching for the truth in his gaze.
I narrow my eyes and cross my arms across my chest. “You already know,” I don’t pose it as a question because it isn’t one.
He tries to fight it, but one side of his mouth lifts and it’s all the answer I need.
I smack his very hard shoulder with the back of my hand and whine, “Titus.”
His arms wrap around me and he draws me closer. The warmth of him seeps into me and I rest my forehead on his broad chest while his hand slides up and down my spine.
“Of course, I already know,” he rumbles and kisses the top of my head like a blessing. “I know your body, Ezra, very fucking well.”
“I was going to tell you,” the words come out muffled against his chest.
“You were scared,” he counters, his hand keeping up the rhythm of his touch like a metronome.
“I was petrified,” I confirm and up the stakes.
“Petrified,” he echoes. “You know all I want to do is stand at your side through it all,” he tries to mask it, but I can hear a hint of hurt in his voice.
I peer up at him and swallow hard. “It had nothing to do with me being afraid of how you’d react to me being pregnant.”
Something flashes in his eyes when I say the word ‘pregnant’ and all I can do is roll my eyes. The man is insatiable. And very into breeding me. Honestly, I’m right there with him. I can’t think about it too long or else this is going to take a turn. Very quickly.
“I just didn’t want anything to happen and for you to be disappointed or devastated. The first trimester has the greatest risk, and I just didn’t want to be the one to give you what you desire most and then have it taken away,” the words are barely audible as I force them past my lips.
“Teach,” his voice breaks and I swear he squeezes me against him just a little bit more, “you don’t have to manage me like that.
I’m a man, I can take it and I can take your worry and your fear too.
Would I be disappointed if something happened?
Of course, and I would grieve with you.” His hand cups my belly.
“But it’s a risk I’m willing to take because it means being at your side and supporting you as we grow our family. ”
“Titus,” I breathe out before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me. “I love you,” I whisper right before I press my lips to his.
He takes over the kiss immediately and pours everything into it. The joy, the hope, the love. And, of course, the need.
“I love you, Teach,” he mumbles before deepening the kiss even more and I melt against him, the feeling of being right where I belong washes over me.