One year later...
Luna
“Yup, I can fit you in on Friday. Leave the keys with me. It’ll take a few days for that design, but it can be done within budget. OK. See you then.” As Luna hung up the phone, she looked up, sensing people at the door to her office.
Jordan smiled at her, and little Everett held out his hands towards her. “Mmmuum.”
She dropped her pen and approached them. “Hey, my little man, and my big man.”
“Hey,” Jordan said. “Do you have time for a picnic with your two favorite men?”
“Of course. I can close up for an hour.”
They walked through the paint workshop and out onto the street. Luna locked the door under the brightly colored sign, Lunaworks. She’d worked her but off since Everett was born to set up her paint shop and was already taking an enormous amount of bookings – thanks to Jordan’s marketing and office skills. He’d finished with security. He’d seen enough guns and bomb threats for one lifetime. It was time to get out of the heat and into the motor modification industry as Luna’s business partner. When he wasn’t busy being a stay-at-home dad of course.
As they walked along the street towards a leafy park, they passed Owen’s shop. Luna called out, “Does Uncle Owen fancy some lunch?”
He emerged from under a car, and a huge grin spread across his face. “Of course. Would I miss having chips shoved into my face by this little man?”
Owen took Everett in his arms and instantly had the little man giggling as they made their way to the park.
Jordan stopped in his tracks. Across the street, coming out of a drug store was Admiral Ellison. He handed Luna the lunch bag and ran across.
“Hi,” Jordan said. “How are you?”
Ellison nodded, a faint smile spreading on his lips. “I’m well,” he said. “And so is Sheldon. He’s still in hospital. He’ll do time for Everett’s death, but he’s coming to terms with it all.”
Jordan nodded. “Well, I’m glad he’s had the help he needed.”
They stood in silence for a moment. Jordan shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’d better catch up with Luna and the kid,” he said. “It was nice seeing you.”
“Yeah, you too.” The Admiral reached into his wallet and took out a one-hundred-dollar bill. “Here, put this in your kid’s piggy bank.”
Jordan smiled and took the money. “That’s very kind. I will, Sir.” Jordan hesitated before pulling out a card from his pocket. “Here,” he said, “you should come to this. If you want to. We’d be delighted to have you.”
Ellison looked down at the card. “Next week? Sure. I’m honored. Thank you.”
Jordan smiled and sprinted across the road towards the center of his universe – mother and child.
***
One week later…
Jordan
Jordan’s nerves eased as he watched Owen carrying Everett up the curved stone steps leading to the large wooden front door of City Hall. Jordan was in the lobby greeting guests – most of whom were members of the Frontier’s Angels and their wives. He spotted Owen and Everett, and a huge smile eased the nervous expression on his face.
“Hey, there’s my best men,” he said, throwing one arm around them both.
“Are you nervous?” Owen asked.
“No. Not at all,” he said, swallowing hard. “Well... actually yes, but only for this part – the meeting and greeting. I’m not good at this. And my speech, oh man I’m dreading that. But for seeing Luna, and for our vows, no, I’m not nervous. Bring it on. That woman will be a fountain of calm. I could spill oil all over her wedding dress, and she’d shrug it off with a laugh. She’ll make me feel great as soon as I see her.”
Owen patted his back. “Exactly.”
The time came for Jordan and his two best men – one in his forties and one only a year old – to make their way to the altar to wait for the bride. Jordan had no idea what she’d be wearing. She wasn’t exactly a girly girl, but she was feminine and looked awesome in a dress. He knew she’d pull out all the stops. She hadn’t given anything away about what she’d chosen. And now his wait was over... the music started up… and all eyes turned to the door where Luna stood, holding hands with Owen’s nine-year-old daughter, Riley.
Luna smiled shyly as she clutched her bouquet of white roses. Her dress was perfect, and Luna personified. She wore a 1950s shaped prom dress, nipped in at the waist and flaring out to where it ended at the knee. On the ivory fabric were pale blue printed birds. It was bridal, without being ordinary. Her hair was pinned up in loose curls with some hanging loose around her face. Riley wore a pale blue dress and was beaming up at her as they both walked down the aisle towards the men.
Luna caught Jordan’s eye, and his heart skipped. Since the moment he’d seen her, in her oil-stained garage suit with black smears across her face, he’d thought she was the most stunning woman on the planet, and now she walked towards him, the mother of his child, about to commit herself to him for life. He couldn’t have wished for more. She was everything he’d longed for.
She reached the end of the aisle and handed her flowers to Riley so she could take Jordan’s hand. They laughed, and Luna shook her head. Being center stage was not exactly her thing. But he could tell she was relieved to be reunited with him. He squeezed her fingers, and she looked into his eyes. Jordan could barely hear anything the officiant said. He was flushed with a heady mix of emotion and excitement.
They made it through their vows successfully, with only one interruption from Everett announcing he had to go pee. Luckily an aunt of Jordan’s whisked him off to the little boys’ room in time. He was back in time to see his parents sealing the deal with a kiss.
Jordan looked into his new wife’s eyes and knew he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and give her the loving family she deserved.
Luna hooked her arm around his elbow with a smile, and they turned to walk down the aisle to the lobby. As they reached the steps to the lawns, they heard a low rumbling sound like thunder. It got closer, and Jordan’s heart rate quickened. He swallowed hard. How would Luna react? She specifically said no to this idea, but he couldn’t resist. They day wouldn’t be complete without something extra special to mark the moment and show off their personalities. He watched as her frown of confusion melted into amusement as the first bike appeared on the corner of the street. Stu, the biker leading a twenty-strong procession of Frontier’s Angels, wore a white top hat with black feathers thrusting upward from the ribbon round its middle. He wore black leather from toe to neck, but his bike had white ribbons tied to the handlebars and the back of the seat. He revved his engine as he waited at a red light and took off his hat to nod towards the bride with a polite smile.
Luna laughed and lightly smacked Jordan’s chest. “What the hell did you do?” she asked, as she watched the bikers slowly emerge from around the corner, now that the light was green. She gasped and covered her gaping mouth with her hand. Jordan could see her eyes were dewy with tears and he relaxed into a grin.
One by one, the loud, purring engines drifted past City Hall, each sporting white ribbons and some with ‘Just Married’ signs and pink balloons. It was quite the spectacle. Jordan whooped and clapped as his best friends paid tribute to the love of his life. They each nodded or waved to the bride and groom as they went past, filling the street with growling noise. People on the street stopped in their tracks to see the sight of bikers in ribbons. It raised eyebrows and smiles all round. Jordan put one arm around Luna and pulled her in tight.
She smiled up at him. “I told you not to do that,” she said. “But I’m glad you ignored me. Maybe you know me better than I know myself? That was awesome.”
Little Everett tugged at his mom’s dress, and she lifted him up in the air to kiss his cheek at the same time as Jordan wrapped his arm around them both while Owen took a picture. It would be the picture to mark their happy day for the rest of their lives, framed in silver upon the wall.
THE END
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