“I don’t have your rag here with us.It’s back at the clubhouse in my room.We headin’ there tonight?”I ask her when we finally break the kiss.
“Yeah.Rhonda will be opening the diner tomorrow and Lance is closing,” she informs me as we leave the office and make our way through the diner.I check to make sure everythin is off before we enter the dining room and head for the front door.Wren steps out first as I set the alarm.Closing the door behind us, I make sure both locks slide in place before removing the keys and handing them back to Wren.
“I’m gonna fuck you all night long wearin’ nothin’ but your rag, Little Bird,” I whisper in her ear as Tristan pulls up in the SUV.
Wren doesn’t say anything as I help her in and get in the driver’s seat.Tonight, Zach is on his bike and Tristan will be riding mine back to Briar Glen.During the ride back, Wren falls asleep and I pull over long enough to cover her with the blanket we’ve started keeping in this SUV.There’s also snacks, drinks, and a few other things Wren will need on a long trip like this.For now, I’m content with her sleeping because when we get back, she’s mine for the rest of the night.I plan on worshiping her body and exploring every single inch.Yes, I did ask her doctor if sex was okay and we were told yes as long as we listened to her body and didn’t get too adventurous.So, tonight is the night Wren and I learn what we both like and spend countless hours wrapped up in one another.
Epilogue
Judge
TODAY HAS BEEN thebest day of my life.Wren agreed to become my wife and we got married today.Lash was the officiant as I was for his wedding.He brought just enough humor to the event while keeping the ceremony short.Wren is ready to go into labor any minute but she refused to give birth to our boys without being married.I was happy to marry her so we made it happen.We’ve already eaten and had a ton of pictures taken for the day.It’s been exhausting, but Wren has the brightest smile on her face so it’s all worth it.My wife being happy and smiling at me makes my world complete in ways I never dreamed would happen.
“Are you okay to dance, Little Bird?”I ask her as the DJ we hired announces our first dance.
“Yeah.It might help me stretch out my back.It’s been bothering me for a while now,” she answers as I help her out of the chair and lead her to the makeshift dance floor Tristan and Zach installed.
More than Lifeby Chanin starts to play as I pull Wren into my arms and she places her hands on my shoulders.Today she’s wearing a simple white dress that emphasizes her stomach where our boys lay.Her shoulders and back are bare and she’s not wearing shoes on her feet.Wren’s been having a few issues with swelling so she chose to go barefoot today and I don’t care as long as she’s happy and comfortable.Wren left her long hair down in loose curls because she knows it’s my favorite.I love being able to reach over and play with the long strands as we simply sit together doing nothing.
Wren lays her head against my chest as I pull her body in close to mine.When I go to slowly spin us, I hear my wife gasp.
“What’s wrong, Little Bird?”I ask her as she pulls away from me, looking between our feet.
“My water just broke, Bray,” she says, panic filling her voice as I look down in shock.“Fuck!”
Wren bends over and grabs her stomach as a contraction hits her.I hold her up as my brothers, Fury, Gramps, and Demolition race to surround us.Lifting Wren in my arms, I carry her through our friends and family while Tristan and Zach race ahead of us to get the SUV.
“It’s gonna be okay, Little Bird.We’ll get you to the hospital.Someone call Dr.Sanchez and have her meet us there.No one else will touch my wife but her,” I order as I climb in the backseat of the SUV with Wren still in my arms.
Tristan is already in the driver’s seat with Zach in the passenger as Fury climbs in next to me and Demolition closes the door.The Prospect drives away the second the doors are closed.I can hear the roar of bikes behind us and know everyone is following us to the hospital.
“It hurts, Bray,” Wren says as another contraction hits.
“I know, Little Bird.If I could take the pain from you, I would in a heartbeat and not think twice.We’ll be at the hospital soon,” I tell her, letting her grab my hand as I rub her back the best I can in the cramped confines of the backseat.
Wren has two more contractions before we pull into the parking lot.I try to talk her through them and remind her to breathe as each one ravages her body and makes her pant.Sweat already covers her skin as she writhes against me.