by Deja Voss
He’s mine. And I am only his. The way it was always meant to be.
I pull his body on top of mine, running my hands over his sinewed back, arching my back as he presses his hardness inside me, wordless, soundless, the feeling of skin on skin, nails in flesh, lips on my shoulder, his breath in my mouth, rooting me back in the reality that, as long as I have him, my world is complete.
We collide together, bodies twitching, eyes wide open, no one, nothing in the universe but the two of us. His tears soak my cheek as he rests his forehead on mine, and I take my hand and press it to my stomach, reminding him that our lives mean so much more than our past, wanting him to feel the wonder of the greatness we created together.
“Everything I need is right here,” he whispers, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me, himself, God, or someone else. I don’t care who he’s talking to, because I feel it too. With every fiber of my being, I know that everything I need, until the day I die, is right here in this room with me.
EPILOGUE
A re you absolutely positive you’re ok with this?” I ask Sloan as we sit side by side in her living room, having our hair done by two girls who work at Esther’s ranch.
“Ok with it?” She reaches over and grabs my hand. “You’ve been my best friend since we were four. I’ve imagined this is the way it would be my entire life. It’s a dream come true!”
I highly doubt Sloan’s dream wedding entailed the two of us having our make-up done by strippers. I highly doubt Sloan’s dream wedding got postponed six months. I highly doubt her big day involved my enormous pregnant belly waddling down the aisle, taking up about as much space as the entire bridal party.
Still, the fact that we are both getting married to the men we love on the same day, in the same place, kind of is a dream come true, for me at least. We’ve always been family, Sloan and I, and now that we’re both marrying into the club, that family is going to grow.
“You better keep your legs crossed, girl,” Trixie says, smiling from the doorway.
“You should’ve told me that nine months ago, Aunt Trixie,” I laugh. “Don’t you worry, though; this little guy still needs a month to marinate.”
“I’ve got a mimosa for my future sister-in-law and hot chocolate for my future nephew,” Esther says, handing us drinks. “No offense, Ollie, but I put a lid on it just in case.” That girl knows me pretty well. I don’t need any help spilling stuff on this ivory dress. Between my clumsiness and the kind of crowd that comes to a Misfit wedding, if I can make it through the ceremony without destroying this thing, it’ll be a miracle.
It’s early April, and although it’s beginning to warm up, there was a dusting of frost on the ground this morning. The ceremony is still going to be outside in the field of poppies that just started poking up from the soil where Tank and Red’s house once stood, waking up for the year, thousands of new lives taking root where we lost one of the most important ones. I don’t know who planted them, but I’m glad they did. Nothing will take away the sadness of that empty lot, but at least when I look out at it from the house we are building, I will see something other than the scorched earth.
It took me a few months to get some solid answers from Tank. I craved closure as much as he craved getting married. Not because I am still in love with that man who died to save my life, but because I needed to know why we had to spend the rest of our lives pretending like he just disappeared into the night without a trace, never to be heard from again.
When he proposed to me on Christmas Eve, I said no.
As much as I love him, as much as I know he’s my true soulmate, and as much as I want to spend the rest of my life with him, I refused to let myself be married into a life of secrets. It’s all or nothing. I’m not an old lady that stands on the sidelines, never knowing where my husband is or if he’s going to come home again.
I’d rather suffer the fear of knowing than live my life in a state of ignorance just to have the rug ripped out from under me over and over again.
Sure, he was protecting me from the truth. They all were. I didn’t leave my room for two weeks straight when I found out what actually happened that night, overwhelmed with the guilt that I brought this suffering on all of us from something that I did when I was younger, dumber, and easily persuaded by anyone who paid me the attention I didn’t get from my mother. I fell into the deepest depression I’ve ever known, my will to live buried by the noise in my head. The only time I could hear it was when I felt that kick inside of me, telling me to get up and eat something, urging me to look out the window at the snow-covered ground.
I felt guilty, I felt mad, and most of all, I felt terrified to bring a child into this life that I had chosen for myself.
Tank only left my side when it was absolutely critical during those dark times. He didn’t talk unless I wanted to. He didn’t bother me. He didn’t tell me I was acting crazy or tell me to get over it. He was just there for me in a way that no one had ever been before.
Sloan and Esther dropped by constantly, never letting a day go by without at least calling me to make sure I had everything I needed. When Sloan started bringing Evie with her on her visits, it was the only thing that finally moved me to get this train back on track.
Maybe this baby in me had to know sorrow that no one should ever have to before they were born, but I will never let them feel that way in their life. If there’s anyone else in the world that’s on the same page about that, it’s the man I’ve been trying desperately to push away.
The day after New Year’s, I walked into the bike garage where he was working. At first he looked at me like he had just seen a ghost. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting me, especially not looking fresh and cheerful. I couldn’t tell you the last time I put on make-up or did my hair. Even showering was a chore. But that day was different. That day, I curled my blonde locks and put on the perfect amount of make-up, squeezed into a pair of maternity jeans and my leather jacket, feeling like myself again for the first time in forever. I headed out to find him, to show him that I was back.
“I want to get married,” I said, point-blank.
The look of confusion on his face stopped me in my tracks.
“To you, Tank,” I said. “I don’t want to raise this baby in a broken home. I don’t want to be the sad crazy mother that can’t provide for her child. And I especially don’t want to give some other woman the chance to steal you away from me while I wallow in self-pity.”
“Trust me, they’ve been beating down the door every day when I come to work. Single dads are a thing, I guess.”
“Oh I’m sure,” I laughed. “Where are you hiding them? I’m sure once they meet your crazy baby momma, they’ll disappear real quick.”
“Get over here,” he said, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me so passionately that I nearly melted into to the floor. I missed that. The way he knows how to make a woman feel sexy no matter what state they’re in. “You’re going to have to wait until we get home to get your ring.”
“I thought maybe since I finally dragged myself out of my hole, we could just like go out or something. Dinner? Movies? I’ll buy.” Normal. That’s what I’m offering him. Months of chaos, months of madness and sadness. I wanted to give Tank, Thurston, the strong dark mysterious man, the golden child, the normal life he deserved.
The next few months were much brighter in terms of allowing ourselves to be happy again. We had a really snowy winter, and I spent a lot of time hiking with Sloan and learning how to sew with Esther. I hope this baby likes rhinestones as much as Evie and I do. The little plastic bin of onesies and hats makes me smile every time I walk past it. I probably should’ve waited until we found out we were having a boy before I went ahead and started that project. That’s ok. We donated the really girly stuff to Tank’s mother’s church group so they could hand it out to mothers in need, and started all over again.
I tried to keep up with my job at the bar, but by the time I was six months pregnant, it became a struggle to
bend over and get things out of the cooler. Between my boobs and the watermelon clunking around inside me, no glass was safe from being knocked to the floor if it came into my gravitational pull. Gavin started bringing me home office work that I could do, just so that I could keep feeling productive, and Stacy happily stepped in and took over my manager position so I could have a nice long extended maternity leave.
We’re going to start construction on our house in May so that the ground has plenty of time to thaw and the rainiest days are behind us. It’s not that this trailer hasn’t been perfect for me in the time that I’ve lived here, and it’s definitely good enough for the two of us, but a real house is definitely something that I want for our kid. I want him to have a backyard to play in, and a room of his own where he feels safe.
We already have his name picked out, Ethan David Ellis. Perfectly fresh names that none of us have any affiliations with.
“You sure you don’t want to name him Thurston Junior?” I had asked him when we were going through some books of names.
“I don’t want to be named Thurston Senior,” he laughed. We’ll let this kid figure out who he wants to be for himself. As long as he’s as kind and loving as the people who raise him, I’m sure he’s going to turn out just fine.
Sloan was the one who suggested the double wedding. She and Gavin postponed theirs on account of the incident, and by the time the dust settled, there was a foot of snow on the ground. She didn’t want to have people worry about traveling up and down the mountain in that weather, and the club didn’t think it was appropriate to have a formal event if they couldn’t bring their bikes, so April seemed like the way to go.
I personally wouldn’t have minded slipping off somewhere, just the two of us, but the more I thought about my family, the more I wanted them to be a part of this day. Not just my Misfit family, my brothers and sister that I’ve accumulated over the years, but also Tank’s parents. I know the way that I was brought up, Tank’s mom can only be a positive influence in my life. She definitely raised one hell of a son.
My mom, on the other hand, I don’t know if her shutting me out completely is a blessing or a curse. I tried to take Tank to her house after he proposed to me. I thought it would be important to tell her that she was going to be a grandmother, but she was too busy to even let us inside. I’ll keep trying. It’s the right thing to do, and if I’ve learned anything the last few months, it’s that I need to do the right thing, even if the outcome is less than desirable. For my mental health. For my karma. For Ethan. I want him to see his mother as a woman who isn’t ashamed of where she came from, and isn’t too proud to admit her mistakes.
“Sloan, you look so stunning,” I say, tears pooling up in my eyes as I look at my best friend, her long brown hair tucked halfway up, her eyes dusted with a sparkling rose shadow and her lips ruby red. The girl styling her hair takes the cape off that she was using to keep her white dress covered and as she stands up and smooths it out, she looks like a princess.
“Your mascara and eyeliner are waterproof, but I can’t make any promises about the rest of this stuff on your face,” the girl fixing my make-up says.
“I think I’m entitled to be a hot mess. Maybe if my make-up is jacked up, it’ll detract from the baby that just might pick today to claw its way out of my body.”
“You better not, Ethan,” Sloan says, rubbing my stomach. “Stay in there and cook a few more weeks.”
“Well look at this fancy lady,” I say, whistling as Evie makes her way down the steps. She looks like a damn disco ball, her long dress made of sparkling silver sequins, and she’s wearing a tiara covered in fake diamonds. She’s got on a pair of muddy black cowboy boots. She’s definitely her father’s daughter.
“Can you tell I let her pick out her own flower girl dress?”
“I wish they made that in my size,” I laugh. I’m just kidding. I know I’m kind of a hot mess bride with my baby bump and hormonal hair and likely smeared make-up. I know all eyes are going to be on me, sequins or not, but there’s only two eyeballs that really matter today.
“You ladies about ready?” Esther says as the roar of motorcycles rattles the windows in the house. “Looks like the gang’s all here.”
Sloan and I embrace, and a wave of memories washes over me. The very first time we met, and how she never treated me like the weird kid when we were growing up. How much trouble she kept me out of while still letting me live my life. How I dragged her up this mountain to begin with, setting off the chain of events that is our life.
I toss my fur wrap over my shoulders and take one last look at myself in the mirror. Never in a million years.
All the men in the club, aside from Gavin and Tank, are gathered in the driveway. They catcall us when we walk out on the porch. They’re all dressed in tuxedos, as per Sloan’s request, but they wear their leather cuts on top, as per mountain tradition. Everyone looks their best, beards neatly groomed and smelling all good. They might be a rough bunch, but they clean up pretty nice.
Sloan wanted to ride her horse to the wedding, and she mounts the black beast in her white dress, looking like something out of a glamour magazine. I can’t even climb up in my Jeep at this point, so that was out of the question for me.
“Look what we made you, Olive!” Austin says, pointing to what looks like a wheelbarrow with a seatbelt. “We can pull you on our bikes.”
I’m really not sure Tank would approve of this. I know I can’t ride my bike or on the back of anyone else’s, so maybe this was the best possible option. Maybe he was the one that suggested it. He is the mechanic after all.
“Thank you?” I say weakly. As I’m about to climb into the contraption, Goob grabs my arm and just shakes his head at me.
“It’s a joke, Ollie,” Goob says, “Esther’s going to drive you.”
“Ya’ll are assholes,” I say, cracking up. “Are you trying to make me pee my wedding gown?”
“You always make us laugh,” Brooks says, pulling me in for a hug. “We figured it was the least we could do.”
“I thought you guys were serious,” I say, damn near crying, I’m laughing so hard.
“That’s enough of that,” Esther says. “You make her laugh too hard and she might explode. Which one of you wants to see what a baby coming out of there looks like?”
“No thank you,” Brooks says, putting his hands up in the air and backing away.
“You ready, woman?” Esther asks. She opens the door to the black convertible and I roll my way inside. As goofy as it is, the fact that these men go out of their way to make me smile, to make me feel welcome, it warms my heart. I wouldn’t want my big day to go any other way.
Sloan leads the formation on her horse, then the men follow her on their bikes. Esther and I slowly follow behind in her convertible, down the dirt road to the place where it’s going down.
Tank’s dad is waiting for me, and he opens the car door and takes me by the arm.
“Are you ok, Mr. Ellis?” I ask. I have grown to love this man, and I know that he would do anything for his son, and probably me, too. “I know this isn’t really conventional.”
“You know, if you would’ve asked me that question a few years ago, I’d probably try and make up some story about how ‘if it makes him happy then I trust his judgment’ while I was really dying a little bit inside. This has been hard on his mother and I, seeing him choose a life like this. Then you came along, Olive. You changed everything. You showed us from day one that you love our boy as much as we do. You showed us that he wasn’t just going through a phase, or that he wasn’t just doing all this to rebel against us. I’m proud of him. I’m happy for him. And I’m so excited to have you as my daughter-in-law.”
I squeeze his hand and try and hold back my tears. Nobody’s called me daughter before, at least not in a way that wasn’t dripping with regret.
The music from the band starts playing, and he smiles down at me.
“You’re not getting cold feet, are you?”<
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“Nope!” I say, lifting up my dress to show him my fuzzy boots that go up to my knees. “Let’s do this thing!”
The procession starts with Evie, tossing red flower petals in the air carelessly as she prances down the aisle. Since everyone in the club is of equal importance, we decided against making everyone line up up front, and instead, the men in the club stand off to the side. The seats are filled with a lot of people I don’t know, some I’m sure are friends of Sloan’s from the hospital, some are brothers and old ladies from other chapters, and even the dirty birdies are looking a little less skanky as usual for this big day.
Goob walks Sloan down the aisle. He might not be a father figure by any means at all, but her father is long gone. So is Gavin’s. As Gavin’s brother, he’s pretty much the next best thing. I watch my beautiful best friend walk gracefully through the field, and seeing Gavin’s face light up with love fills me with this joy for the two of them, so happy that my friend found peace after the terrible cards she was dealt until he came along.
Mr. Ellis kisses me on the cheek and we begin our walk. Everyone in the crowd disappears when I see Tank. He looks sexy as hell, and knowing that I get to wake up next to that every day for the rest of my life gives me chills. I definitely hit the husband jackpot.
Not just because he grows more attractive to me every minute we stay together, but because he’s a good man.
He’s the best man.
And twenty minutes from now, he’s mine forever.
The ceremony is officiated by Heat, and it’s about as sweet and simple as a double wedding can possibly be. My hands tremble as Tank slides that ring over my finger. I’m surprised it fits at this point, but if he had to dip my hand in butter and use a pair of pliers to get it on, I wouldn’t complain. He kisses me with that passion that he always has, everyone in this field melting away until we are the only two people in the field, in the world. It’s just him and me for the rest of time.