Epilogue

If a woman asks if she’s fat, there are multiple things you can do in this situation. However, ‘no’ isn’t adequate enough. You must also act surprised that she would even ask that question. As well, you should probably jump back as if she’d just offered you a grievous blow.

-Words of wisdom

Wolf

1 year later

I sat down on the metal bleachers and watched as Nathan came back up to bat.

Marky Mark leaned at my side, content to watch his little friend play.

Nathan looked over at me, grinned widely at seeing me sitting in my normal spot, and turned his head back to the game.

“Elbow up, boy!” I yelled. “Eye on the ball.”

Nathan nodded his head and lifted his elbow.

I leaned forward and rested my hands around Raven’s shoulders, massaging them as I watched my boy bat.

“He’s going to strike out,” I muttered. “He can’t keep his eyes off of you.”

She giggled.

“I’m not normally dressed in a dress,” she said. “I can understand why he keeps looking at me like I’m not me.”

I chuckled and placed my head on top of hers.

“Strike!” the umpire called loudly.

“Get your head in the game, boy,” I told my son, who’d just today turned seven years old. “Watch what you’re doing.”

Nathan grinned unabashedly and squared his hips to the plate.

The next pitch, thankfully from a pitching machine this year instead of a coach, tossed the ball toward him.

It was the perfect pitch, right in Nathan’s sweet spot.

He waited, twitched, and then swung.

The ball and bat connected, and for the second time this season, he hit a homerun.

Only this time it was an in-field home run rather than an out-of-the-park one.

“Run!” I bellowed getting up on my feet and jumping right along with the rest of them.

Marky Mark was on his hind feet, front paws planted on the chain link fence beside me, in the action, too.

“You really shouldn’t have come here in that dress,” Annie said. “You’re going to get it dirty as hell.”

Raven shrugged. “Who cares? I’m never going to wear it again after today.”

I grinned.

“No, you most certainly will not,” I agreed, running my fingers down the delicate slip of a wedding dress. “You, Mrs. Wolfgang Amsel, will be hanging this up and never touching it for the rest of your life. You won’t ever be needing it again.”

Raven tossed me a grin over her shoulder. “I kind of like the sound of that.”

“Of what?” Lenore asked as she sat down, Griffin sliding onto the seat beside her. “What’s with that look on your face?”

I looked at Raven’s face and grinned.

“She’s happy to see me,” I explained to Lenore. “She didn’t think I’d make it in time.”

“I thought you’d make it,” she said. “You were, however, late to your own wedding and we had to move it to after the baseball game. How is that my fault that I can’t wipe the smile off my face?”

“You know that you’re not supposed to see her or the dress before the wedding, right?” Tasha asked as she took a seat on my other side, Casten right beside her.

“Yes,” I agreed. “But that’s a load of bullshit anyway.”

“Oh, shit,” Hannah said, waddling toward me as fast as she could. “I’m so late. Did she hit yet?”

I grinned at Hannah and her largely pregnant belly.

“No, not yet. You missed Nathan hitting another home run, though,” I teased her.

Hannah waved her hand in the air.

“Where’s Travis?” I asked.

Hannah’s eyes went haunted as she shrugged.

“I came by myself. Shit, my vagina feels like it’s going to burst,” Hanna supplied as she took a seat. “Just you wait, Raven. This’ll be you in a few months.”

I froze as I turned my smiling gaze, which dropped from Hannah’s face, to Raven’s stiffened body.

“Raven,” I said carefully.

“What?” Raven squeaked.

“What is she…”

“Hey!” Raphael said, jogging up. “What are you doing looking at my sister? You know that’s bad luck.”

Raphael took a seat next to Raven on the bleacher below me, and threw his arm around her shoulder.

“Hey, brother,” Raven cried, throwing her hand around her brother’s waist. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m being deployed,” he said. “I needed to come say goodbye before I left, and tell you that I won’t be able to make your wedding. Although I would have had you had it on time. Thanks for being late, by the way.” He glared at me, then returned his gaze to his sister. “Do you think that we can reschedule our camping trip in two weeks?”

I squeezed Raven’s shoulders slightly, causing her to exhale. “Jesus, Hannah. I haven’t told him yet. Couldn’t you have been more careful?”

Hannah’s eyes went wide. “How was I supposed to know? Everyone knows!”

“Everyone but him!” She pointed a finger. “It’s your fault you know.”

“What?” I asked. “Why my fault?”

“I had it timed perfectly. You were supposed to come in. We get married. Then the photographer was supposed to get on camera me telling you that I’m pregnant,” she sighed. “You ruined everything by being late.”

“Why does everyone know, then?” I asked.

“She had a man drop it from the sky from a fucking plane. It was epic,” Griffin supplied. “Too bad you missed it.”

I dropped my head to Raven’s. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be late.”

“It’s okay,” she lied. “I understand.”

“It wasn’t my fault, though.”

She snorted. “It’s never your fault.”

I showed her my arm.

“The guy stabbed me with a knife. What did you want me to do? Come to the judge to marry you with my blood running down my arm?” I asked her, showing her my new stitches.

“No,” she growled, eyeing the cut. “What I wanted you to do is take a fucking day off from crime fighting. The rest of the men in the club did. So you should’ve been able to.”

I glared at Griffin, who had the nerve to laugh.

“I swear I won’t be late to my next wedding.”

She pinched the inside of my thigh, and I laughed as I pushed her forward.

“Come with me for a second.”

She got up, and I got my first good look at her wedding dress.

“Follow me,” I ordered, grabbing her hand.

She tossed her purse down onto the bleachers where she’d been sitting and pointed at Lenore.

“Watch that, will you?” she asked. “It has our rings in it.”

I snatched the purse, fished the rings out of it, and tossed it to Griffin, who caught it without taking his eyes off the game in front of him, “Take her car and the dog to our place, will you?”

“Yeah.” Griffin grunted, eyes still on the game.

“Where are we going?” she asked as I pulled her along.

“To go get married.”

“What?” she cried. “But no one will be there.”

“You will. I will,” I said as I led her to my bike.

She stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

“What the hell, Wolf?” She tilted her head. “We’re gonna miss Nathan’s game.”

“Nathan’s game is nearly over, and they were at the bottom of the inning. They’re practically finished.”

She shook her head.

“But…why the rush?”

I pulled her until her front rested against mine.

Pressing my throbbing erection into her belly, I made my elation known.

“Because I need to get my ring on your finger.”

“Why now? I want pictures!” she said stubbornly.

“Because you’ve got my baby inside of you. You’re not wasting another minute without being officially mine.”

***

Six hours later, I had her on her back in my bed.

I was slowly working my length in and out of her, letting her feel all of me as I drove my cock into her.

“Who do you belong to?” I whispered to her.

“You,” she whispered back.

“I fucking love you.”

She smiled.

“I fucking love you right back.”

I lifted her legs to get as deep as I could and watched as my hard length filled her.

Slow and steady. In and out.

She was wet for me, so fuckin’ wet.

Her eyes were half-closed, and her mouth was slightly opened as she panted.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

“Yes, Mrs. Amsel. Anything for the bride on her wedding night.”

She smiled.

The smile, however, quickly fell off her face as her orgasm overtook her, sweeping her down into a current so deep that she couldn’t find her way back up again.

Seeing her let go like that set me off, and I poured my release inside of her, filling her so full that I wasn’t sure she’d ever get me out of her completely ever again.

“I think you’ve broken me,” she informed me a few minutes later as I cleaned her up.

I grinned and dropped a kiss down to her forehead, and then moved down her body until my face was even with her belly.

“I’m so fucking happy I could burst,” I told her.

“You and me both, baby. You and me both.”