by Erin Trejo
“This place is full of surprises today, yeah?” Roman asks, leaning against the bar.
“Seems so. You got any surprises?” I ask glancing over at him. He smirks and that is never a good sign. “What the fuck?” He slides a box out of his pocket and passes it to me.
“Ariel asked me to give you this and tell you to meet her out back,” he says before walking away.
I glance at him and back at the box before opening it. A little pink bow rests in the box, confusing the fuck out of me. I glance around but no one is looking at me. I decide to head out back and find Ariel standing there, looking up at the moon.
“What are you doin’, baby?” I ask when I’m closer to her.
“Have you ever just looked at stars and wondered if you could touch them?”
I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into me and kissing the top of her head. “You are my star,” I whisper.
“You’re mine too.”
“What’s with the bow?” I ask holding the box out in front of me. Ariel spins to face me, a smile on her face.
“They couldn’t kill every part of me, Quinn. What they tried to take, you gave back. I’m pregnant.”
With wide eyes, I watch the smile on her face widen. I thought she couldn’t have kids, but turns out, they didn’t ruin that part of her like she thought. As much as they tried, those fuckers couldn’t hold back all that is my girl. And I can only imagine what this means for her. Little by little, she is reclaiming her life and finding out who she it. And I get the honor of doing it with her.
“Are you sure?” She nods her head.
“Are you okay with being a father?” she asks timidly.
“Fuck, Ariel. As long as I have you I’m okay with anything. I love you, baby.”
I’m happy. For once in my life I’m truly happy. When I took over as president of this club, I was in a bad place. I knew what I was doing, but I also knew that I was stepping into Savage’s shoes. When my hand was forced and I had to abide by club rules, I lost a piece of myself. Killing Savage killed me in turn. I never thought that I would heal from the pain of that, but with Ariel by my side, I’m slowly mending. My heart may never be whole from his loss, but it sure as hell is full of Ariel.
The end.