Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Then I’m all yours, and I love every single part of you, even the bits I struggle with. You’re the president of the Twisted Monsters MC. I’m your wife, and I will be by your side, no matter what we face. I never stopped loving you, Preacher, and guess what? I never, ever will.”
He lifted her to her feet and stripped the wedding dress off her, well, tore it off. It was all pretty fabric that got in his way, and he wasn’t interested in anything being in his way as he made love to his wife.
After placing her on the bed, he settled between her spread thighs, licking at her sweet pussy, tasting her cunt on his tongue. Only when she was screaming at him for more did he finally fuck her, taking her, making her his wife, his woman, his soulmate, for the rest of his life, and he intended to make the rest of her life so incredibly happy. He had a lot of time now to get it right, and right he would.
Epilogue One
“I hate you,” Robin said, screaming as a wave of pain washed over her.
“I know, baby. You can keep on hating me for a long time as well. It’s not going to change the fact we’re here and now. I will love you and hold you for the rest of my life. Come on, baby, push. You can do it. Keep on pushing.”
She released a scream as Preacher and Randall both encouraged her to push. This baby was going to be the death of her. She knew it. There was no way he wasn’t going to be. He was already late and it would seem her little boy didn’t want to come out.
Collapsing to the bed, she moaned. “I can’t do anymore.”
“We’re nearly there, Robin. Come on, you can do this,” Randall said.
Preacher was there, holding her hand. “I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you go. I need you. We’re doing this together.”
“No, we did this together, but everything else,” she said, sniffling. “It’s not right. I’m not ready.”
“Come on, baby.”
“It hurts.”
“Not much longer.”
Her impatience was starting to grow now. She wanted to see her son, to feel him against her, and as she lifted up, screamed, and bore down, she didn’t give up, she didn’t admit defeat.
Preacher held her hand as she bore down, her cries of pain and agony filled the air, and not being able to stop it. When her baby finally came out, he did so with a cry, and it was the most precious sound in the world.
The doctors and nurses took him to do their necessary measurements as Robin collapsed to the bed again. Only this time, she didn’t have to get back up. She could fall asleep. Her job was done.
“Fuck me, baby, you’re strong. You’re amazing.”
She smiled up at him. “We did it.”
“Here you go,” Randall said. “Here is your beautiful boy.”
She held her arms open and took their boy. Preacher stroked his head lightly.
“He’s so tiny.”
“He’ll grow, trust me,” Randall said. “Have you picked a name yet?”
She looked at Preacher.
“We’re naming him Caleb Junior, after myself,” Preacher said.
“Interesting name. I’ll leave you two.”
“Hello, Caleb. I’m your mommy. There’s your daddy. We’re going to love and hold you, and cherish you forever. You will be so loved.”
“I love you, Robin, so fucking much,” Preacher said.
For one of the very few times in her life, she saw Preacher crying. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying.” He didn’t make a move to wipe the tears away but she knew he felt a great deal and for that, she would cherish these moments for the rest of her life. Kissing the top of her boy’s head, she hoped to have many more of these moments.
****
Six months later
“Do you have any idea how dangerous it could have been?” Preacher asked, holding his son in one arm as Bethany was also on his back.
Robin dropped the back of her shirt and turned toward him. She reached for Bethany, pulling their daughter into her arms.
“I wasn’t going to have his name on my flesh anymore. We made a decision together, Preacher. I’m not his. I was never his, and I’m not going to wear his mark as any kind of proof or attachment to him. I’m done. I love you. I want you. That’s final. Now, do you want to argue about this some more?” she asked. “I’ve got to take care of it. I’ve got the salve which you can rub in regularly. I’ve got some aftercare instructions. Believe me, nothing bad is going to come of it.”
“I didn’t think anything bad would come of it. I wanted to be there.”
Seeing Reaper’s name removed from her back was something he’d been looking forward to. Robin had come to him because she wanted it removed completely and he was more than willing to give his woman what she wanted, even if it meant he was going to have to wait to see that name gone.