Epilogue

 

Ella

Nine months later

Today is Derek’s birthday. We are at the clubhouse celebrating him turning one. A lot has happened over the year. Damien officially moved in, and we made my home into our home.

We have had our disagreements over the months, but I have to say that I love the make-up sex. Sometimes, I try to piss him off just so that we can have wild make-up sex. I can tell by the smirk he usually throws me when it happens that he knows what I’m doing.

Six months ago, I ended going through Jeff’s personal belongings. They were in the basement as I had requested. Not once had Damien pressured me into going through them. I kept the important things to me, and the pictures now have their own photo album in our living room. I wasn’t sure if Damien would be okay with having the pictures out in the open since that was a time with me and another man, but he seemed to get it though. He knew that I had a life before him, and he wasn’t going to spend his time being jealous over something that he wasn’t a part of.

This man just finds more ways to make me fall in love with him. His understanding of my past and feelings towards Jeff make me fall even harder.

He doesn’t try to make me feel guilty for loving before him, or for keeping a piece of Jeff in my heart. He’s been more understanding than I thought he would for a man like him. If I wasn’t with Jeff and we weren’t having fertility problems then I wouldn’t have gone to the clinic, and I wouldn’t have ended up reuniting with my family or being with Damien. Don’t get me wrong, I still miss my husband everyday, but being with Derek and Damien makes it so much easier to live my life. They give me a reason to get up in the morning, a reason to smile.

This morning when I got up, I had taken a pregnancy test. I wasn’t shocked to find that it was positive.

I have been feeling sick lately, and more emotional than I usually am. I knew what that meant since when I was pregnant with Derek I was a hormonal mess.

As soon as I step out into the backyard with Derek he is immediately taken from my hands.

“Let me see my nephew, D.J,” Steal says taking Derek from me.

“Hi to you too, baby brother,” I say with a smirk.

“Hello, sister dear. Looking old as ever,” he says with a wink when my mouth drops open.

I have gotten close to my brothers over the year. Without the threat of Demon, I was able to relax and get to know them. Steal continues to be a joker, and is now clearly very comfortable with making jokes at my expense.

 Torch has been with Stacey for the last year, and they both seem pretty happy. He made her his old lady. Stacey and I went to get our tattoos on the same day. Damien wanted to make sure that I was healed completely before I went. Also, in addition to his name and the club symbol, I had to get princess written on it as well. Also, as the club rules state that your old man decides where he wants the tattoo, Damien had chosen my right shoulder on the back so that when I wore my off the shoulder tops that people could see which club and who I belonged to.

Eventually, they had gotten more club whores in the club. Those women get marked with a V.S. on their wrists so that the other clubs know who they belong to. This stops clubs from getting women to be moles for their club by fucking men in another club.

I asked about the tattoo that the men have, and Damien said that it showed their loyalty to the club. If they weren’t willing to get marked with a Vicious Snakes symbol on them then they didn’t know if they could trust them, which meant they were most likely moles. They haven’t had a problem with any brother betraying them in years though. If a guy took off his shirt to get a tattoo on his back or chest, the other brothers can see if he has any other club symbols on him. Ink is the club tattoo artist. He’s the main one who runs the show, though a few other brothers work at the tattoo parlour as well.

“Hey, baby girl. How does it feel to have a son who is one today?” my dad asks pulling me in for a hug.

“Great, dad. How does it feel to have a one-year old grandson?” I ask smiling back at him.

“Fantastic. When are you giving me another one? Stacey is refusing to give me one right now. Saying something about enjoying a kid free life a little longer,” he says throwing an arm over my shoulder and walking me deeper into the backyard.

“OHH! Is that steak?! Wow, I love steak. Let me go see if Cook will let me take one now! Maybe he will let me have a grilled chicken with it?” I say running away from him.

I hear my dad calling my name, but I don’t know how to lie, and I want Damien to be the first to know. I know I must give it away by running away from him, but I can’t look back now.

 

Damien

“What’s up with Ella?” I ask coming into the backyard. I stand beside Prez as he’s trying to hold in laughter watching Ella practically run away from him and over toward Cook. She points to things on the grill, and he gives her a puzzled look and turns back toward where I am standing with Prez.

“I asked her when she was going to give me another grandchild and she ran away from me saying something about Cook making her steak- and maybe he will give her chicken too,” he says looking at me with questioning eyes. I just shrug because I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.

He stands there and looks at me for a good minute like he’s trying to clue me in on something. Then he speaks slowly to me.

“I asked her when I was getting my next grandchild, and she practically ran away from me to go get steak AND chicken,” he says to me like he is giving me obvious clues.

The air rushes out of my lungs and my eyes find Ella. She’s waving her hands in the air frantically avoiding looking this way. Cook looks like he’s trying to hold in laughter, same with a few other brothers in the area.

“WOMAN,” I yell across the backyard. She stops, and turns to me with an innocent look on her face. Maybe if I didn’t know her, I would have probably fallen for it.

I walk closer to her, but my voice remains loud.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

“What are you talking about, honey? I was just getting something to eat from Cook,” she says, and fucking batts her eyelashes at me.

“Steak AND chicken?” I question her, raising an eyebrow.

“Y-yes… it sounds really tasty right now. I might even have seconds.”

“Is there any reason you wanted both types of meat for supper?” I ask her crossing my arms over my chest.

I see her take a hard swallow, and look to everyone around us. She drops her head and whispers so low that I can’t even hear her.

“Say that again?” I tell her.

“I said, I’m pregnant,” she says, and immediately puts her hands over her eyes to avoid eye contact with me.

“Baby, look at me,” I say with my voice soft. Did she think that I would be mad, or not want another kid with her? I will take as many as she’s willing to give me.

She looks up at me and so many emotions flicker in her eyes.

“Baby, I love you and I’m so fucking happy you’re pregnant. I want as many kids as you’re willing to give me. Never question that,” I tell her pulling her into me and crushing my lips onto hers.

After we part, Prez comes walking up to us. “Well?” he says with hopeful eyes. I can’t help but laugh.

“I’m pregnant,” she says with a smile this time.

“Fuck yes! My baby girl is pregnant again!” Prez yells, and everyone cheers and claps.

When the noise dies down, Steal speaks through the crowd. “At least she knows the father this time!”

Ella and I look at each other, and burst out laughing.

“I love you too, Damien. I’m so glad that it was you who was on the other end of the phone,” she tells me, and kisses me gently.

“I’m fucking glad too, Princess. You were meant to be mine.”