Page 217 of Chasing Ruin

“Yes,” she says, softer now, her hands sliding into my hair, grounding me. “We are.”

I pull back just enough to look at her. God. “I’m gonna lose my mind,” I breathe, grinning so wide it hurts. “I’m so fucking happy right now, it’s unreal.”

Her expression softens, something warm and steady settling in her eyes.

“Good,” she murmurs. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”

I huff out a laugh, pressing my forehead to hers. “Baby,” I whisper, my voice turning rough with everything I feel. “I was already yours.” My hand drifts back to her stomach, resting there—gentle this time.

“Get to work, Prez,” she murmurs a few minutes later, a little smile tugging at her lips as her hand nudges mine off her stomach.

I groan, pressing one last kiss to her mouth. “Bossy, as usual.”

A couple hours later, I’m finally headed to work. But I stop by the clubhouse before heading to Sinner’s Ink. Gravel crunches under my boots as I make my way toward the entrance.

Charlotte’s already gone—left early for the club-sponsored children’s center that she runs for troubled foster kids. Said something about a new intake this week.

Wardens of Haven

She named it that herself. Couldn’t think of a more fitting name if I tried.

I push the door open, nodding at a few of the brothers scattered around. Ryder and Hound are lounging near the kitchen, mid-conversation, but they both glance up.

Ryder smirks. “You look… suspiciously happy.”

“Fuck the hell off,” I shoot back automatically, but there’s no heat behind it.

Hound just chuckles under his breath.

My phone buzzes in my hand before I can say anything else. I pull it out.

Mr. Richard: Congratulations, brother. And don’t worry, I can teach you everything you need to know. *smirk emoji*

I roll my eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t get stuck when it comes to him.

Me: Who told you?

The reply comes almost instantly.

Mr. Richard: Your wife. A few minutes ago. Who else?!

I snort, shaking my head. Of course she did. My chest does that stupid, warm tightening thing again.

My wife.Fuck. I don’t think I’m ever getting used to that and it’s already been four years.

Another buzz and I glance down. A laugh slips out of me as I type a quick thumbs up and pocket my phone. Still grinning like a fool.

I push open my office door, stepping inside. And for the first time in a long time… Everything feels exactly where it’s supposed to be.

Mr. Richard: Dinner tomorrow. No excuses. My wife would kill me if I don’t invite her favorite sister-in-law.

THE END