She started to become teary eyed, and he hoped he wasn’t screwing this up. She was going to cry, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“I want you by my side as my wife, not just as my old lady, baby.” He took her hand in his and lifted it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “You’ve always been mine, Amy, always. Even when we were younger, I knew you’d be mine. I just didn’t know how to process those emotions.” He stared at her. “Will you marry me Amy?”
When she didn’t answer right away, Joker felt his heart start to pound fast and hard. Would she say no? The tears were the next thing that came from her, big, fat tears that slid down her cheeks. He moved an inch back, giving her some space, as those beads of wetness slid down her cheeks. She continued to stare at the ring, and with every passing moment he worried that she was ultimately going to say no.
“Joker…”
“Baby, you’re making a man feel pretty fucking worried here, especially when you won’t say anything and are looking like you might say no.” She looked up at him, and he reached out and brushed her tears away. “Baby, will you marry me?” he asked again. He was a man and didn’t know jack shit about women and what it meant when they cried during these situations. Was she happy about this?
“They’re good tears, Joker,” she chuckled and wiped her tears away. “God, they are really good tears.” She fell into his arms, wrapping her arm around his neck.
“So, that’s a yes then, baby girl?” He cupped her face and looked into her eyes.
She grinned wildly. “Yes. Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”
He kissed her senseless, loving that he was about to make the woman he loved his legally, officially, and forever.
Six months later
Running her hand over her swollen stomach, Amy stared in the full-length mirror. She wore a white dress that did its best to hide her very pregnant state. Joker had wanted to get married before the baby started to show but she wanted to wait until everything was perfect. It was close to Christmas and throughout the clubhouse everyone was preparing for her to walk downstairs to her man.
“You look so beautiful,” Deanna said, running her hand down the full skirt.
“Thank you.”
The last six months had been beautiful. She’d loved every second of getting close to Joker. He visited with Gregory regularly now, and they were developing as a couple. For the first time in her life, she was stronger than she’d ever been before. Joker helped her to heal. There were times she was still plagued by the demons of her past but they were so few that she didn’t even think about it. He was her rock, and she loved him with all of her heart.
“Can I come in?” David asked, knocking on the door.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to leave you two alone,” Deanna said, making her way out of the room.
David closed the door behind him. “You know, I always knew there was some connection between you and Reese.”
“You know he prefers to be called Joker, right?”
David chuckled. “I don’t care. He’s my son. My little boy and right now, I’ve never been so proud in all my life. You both deserve happiness and when I look at you two, I know you’re both going to be so happy.”
“He completes me, David.”
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Amy, I loved your mother. I always have and I always will. We’re not related, but after this day, you will be my daughter for real. I’ll always be indebted to you for bringing my son some peace.”
Someone else knocked on the door.
“It’s time,” Demon said.
Everyone was knocking on her door today.
Blowing out a breath, she took David’s arm and together they made their way downstairs. They passed brothers who wore the leather cut of the Soldiers of Wrath. She hadn’t cared what kind of wedding she had so long as she was getting married to the love of her life. Joker, the man who was the answer to her dreams, had pulled her out of the pit of fear and despair. Rounding the corner, Amy smiled when she saw Joker standing before the priest. She fell even more in love with him in a tuxedo and not the leather jacket she had been expecting.
David handed her to Joker. “Take care of her.”
“With my life.” He took hold of her hand, leading her to the priest.
“You didn’t have to wear this,” she said, finding him even sexier than ever before.
“I know. I wanted to wear this. It’s our day and when you look back, I want you to always remember that my heart, my body, and my soul belong to you and only you.”