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"My dearest Pixie,
You finally came home, and you returned to me when I was ready to give up, ready to hand in my patch and run.
You saved me, baby, and you don't realize it. I was falling apart without you, dying a little inside every day, only the memory of your skin on mine helping me.
I finally have you back in my arms, Pixie; I finally have you back again.
You'vebrought me back to life, made me whole, and cut or no cut, you're mine just like I'm yours.
I want you always, Pixie. I want you round with our second child, I want you in our kitchen in nothing but my shirt, and I want my ring on your finger.
I want you to marry me, Kennedy. I need you to tether yourself to me always.
Marry me, my darling, and piece together the last bit of my shattered heart.
I love you always.
Your Lucas."
I sob, my tears coating my cheeks, and I rasp,"You told me I wouldn't cry…."
He smiles, holding the green sapphire diamond ring in front of me, the same color as his eyes.
He smiles gently and rasps,"What do you say, Pixie?You'refinally wearing my cut, which you can't take back. I've seen you in it now, so no take backs."I smile through my tears, his member starting to harden again inside me as he whispers, "Marry me, Kennedy. Marry me and make me the happiest man alive. Say yes, so I can make love to the woman of my dreams, the woman I have loved since she was only sixteen. Marry me."
I sob, gripping the letter as he looks at me with so much love, I can physically feel it in my chest.
30
Kennedy
Lucas wraps his arm around my shoulders as we walk toward the club's backyard, where the BBQ is in full swing.
We're about an hour late. Snake called Lucas and told him to get his ass over to the club…while his head was between my legs.
He made sure I came twice before we got ready to leave.
I grip his cut as we walk through the gate, and he looks down at me with nothing but love, then his gaze drifts to my hand, focusing on my ring finger. His eyes spark with happiness.
"Well, it's about fucking time, you two!" Snake snaps as we walk through the gate, breaking our connection. I look over toward the bench near the back door. He has his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing at Lucas, and he states, "You were supposed to be here to help set up, and instead, I got called, which means I couldn't enjoy my woman!"
I giggle while Lucas grins. "I had a consultation, and then, well…." He tilts his head my way. "I got a little distracted."
Snake rolls his eyes before looking at me. I still have my hand clutched to Lucas's cut, his arm around my shoulders. Snake’s gaze go to my hand, his lips tilting into a smile, seeing the ring before he notices the leather I'm wearing. His smile turns into a full-blown grin as he shouts, "Brothers, it looks like we have a new old lady among us!"
I shake my head as every pair of eyes come my way. I plant my face into Lucas's chest, hating the attention. This makes him chuckle, and the brothers cheer loudly, noticing my cut.
"Oh my God!" Aunt Shelly squeals, making me look her way as she rushes toward me. I expected her to look at the cut but, instead, she takes my left hand, admiring the ring. She states loudly, "You’re finally engaged!" causing the cheers to get louder, and everyone to come congratulate us.
My eyes tear up, seeing the happiness in everyone's eyes for us as I grip Lucas to me, not allowing him to move—not that he would want to. His arm grips my shoulders tightly, keeping me against his chest, where I belong. Where I should have always been.
An hour later, Aunt Shelly is talking about planning our wedding, while I lean against Lucas as I sit sideways on his lap. His hand glides gently over my jean-clad thighs while his nose gently moves up and down my neck and plays with my hair.
I feel at peace. After so long of my heart bleeding for him, for our daughter, I finally feel at peace, happy.
"Oh, who do you want to walk you down the aisle?" Aunt Shelly asks, and I look at her. Her eyes are teary. In a perfect world, it would have been Uncle Chris. My parents, I haven't even thought about them. I know they are dead, and yet, I feel nothing. I don't mourn, but when Uncle Chris died, I felt like I did, too. He was my father, through and through.
I clear my throat as most people look at me with concern and some pity. I don't know why they'd pity me, though, because I have my family, they are all here sitting near me.
