I’m standing in front of the round table, which looks great, I admit, with a beautiful flower arrangement in the center. I look at Cap who yawns but tries to cover it with his hand. Not happening since both myself and some of the brothers caught him and chuckled.
A photographer is moving around taking photographs of the table, the aisle where flowers have been positioned at intervals. She is not getting in anyone's way, nor doing anything we can complain about. But the smell of the food is getting to me, and when my stomach makes an unholy rumble, I shrug because it’s not something I can hide. Demon, who is best man, gives me a frown and rolls his eyes. I bet he learned to do that from Cilla!
When I passed the table earlier where the food is going to be placed, I saw the cake and it was amusing. Whoever ordered it has a couple on the top as you would expect, but it has three fuckin’ ghosts stuck around the edges. I had to chuckle and mumbled to Bono that the three of them hadn’t been left out.
A piece of music starts to play, and it’s not the normal wedding march music, it’s soft and lyrical, reminding me of something pagan! Turning I watch as Tracker is walking toward me with Cilla on his arm. She’s wearing a beautiful dress with a jacket over the top. She is beautiful, but what catches my eye isthe small pooch she has going on. My mind automatically thinksthe baby is coming too.
I don’t remember most of what is said, Demon gives me a huge elbow in the ribs when it’s time for me to speak, and “I do” comes out way squeakier than I wanted, so I repeat it in a deep, gruff voice which sets everyone off laughing. I flick a fuck off sign behind my back at the brothers there, earning another round of laughter.
Cilla is smirking at me and doing her best not to allow the fit of laughter to break through. She gives me such a sweet “I do” that I grab hold of her and kiss her, much to everyone’s disgust, shouting, “It’s not time idiot!” Do I care? Not for a moment.
The food, cake, and even the flowers are perfect. Brothers have women turn up as guests for the food part of the wedding, and the club women are not looking happy when some of the brothers ignore them for their dates. Yeah, dates! That has many of the brothers taking the piss out of them, which doesn’t go down well with their dates!
I thank Miranda when she collects her things to leave. She has been an asset to us, and we’ll not forget how much she has helped. Giving Cilla a hug and a wave, I watch her climb into her Range Rover and drive out of the compound.
Married life is going to be great. I can feel it, and I love Cilla more than any other living being. But the baby is going to be number two on my list.
The weeks pass quickly, and the building crew has broken ground. I don’t think the house will be ready until well after the baby is born. We don’t know what we are having as we wanted the surprise. Bets are being laid as to a boy or girl, or both, but we know it’s not twins, so why they have that going on I do not know!
We are all sitting in the common room watching the hockey game right up to Cilla jumping onto her feet. Well, not actually jumping, but struggling right up onto her feet while saying, “Oh, my water broke.”
Now, what happens next is going to go down as legend in our MC history…
“Mason, my water has broken. The baby is coming,” Cilla nearly shouts, and I look at her, then her legs where it looks like she is pissing herself.
Tracker appears from somewhere and picks Cilla up, then runs out of the common room. I am standing watching it happen like an absolute jackass, right up to Cap smacking me on the back of the head to get a move on.
Running out of the clubhouse, I see the club's SUV disappearing out of the compound and heading into town, with none other than fucking Cilla waving brightly at me through the passenger window.
“What the hell!” I bellow and run for my hog. What the fuck is going on here? Pres has run off with my woman and baby.
Cap has been missing of late, but he is back in time for the baby's arrival. A long line of bikes rides into town at breakneck speed. We park wherever we feel like outside the hospital and run inside.
“Where is my wife?” I bellow at the nurse sitting behind the desk, “Cilla Thompson,” I remember stating.
“Oh, she’s just gone up to the delivery ward. Level three.” That is all the nurse manages before I’m already running for thestairs. I’m not hanging around waiting for the elevator. I hear her shout, “Um, her husband is with her.”
“What the fuck!” I snarl as I climb the stairs, with Cap, Hot Rod and more behind laughing their asses off.
“You reckon Pres thinks being a godfather is like being a father, Finger?” Rides asks as we rush out of the stairwell onto the landing of the ward.
“I’m gonna kill him, Pres or not,” I snap.
“Where is my wife?” I ask a nurse as she rushes past.
“Who is your wife?” She asks walking backwards so she can continue on her way but not ignore my question.
“Cilla Thompson,” I state proudly.
“Oh, she is in room 112, just two down,” she states as she points just past where I’m standing.
Now, stepping inside the room, I am more than shocked. Tracker is standing at the side of the bed where Cilla is puffing and counting. He, however, is rubbing her back, telling her she’s doing well.
“What the fuck, Pres?” I state as I rush into the room and grab hold of one of Cilla’s hands.
Tracker shrugs his shoulders but continues with the back rub. I give him a filthy look, which, of course, the asshole ignores. This is the comedy that plays out, right up to me passing out when the baby’s head appears.
Of course, it will go down in the recorded history of the MC that Finger can torture anyone but can’t see his wife have a baby.