by Brook Wilder
“Get the fuck out of my life and never come back?” I said, finally.
I saw a small smile creep around her mouth and, to my surprise, reflect in her eyes. Then she turned and walked off, swiftly and silently, into the night. Miguel followed, waving goodbye as he went.
***
Back inside, I was still in a little shock. Tina rushed up to check I was okay and was pleased to see I hadn’t manage to stain my nice white dress with someone’s blood. She handed me a glass and we clinked them together. My other bridesmaids were dancing inappropriately and cock-teasing a gathering crowd of bikers horribly. My family was all around me, I was safe. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Almost.
I felt strong arms encircle around me from behind, his palms coming to rest on my belly, warming our unborn child.
“I love you so much,” he whispered to me.
“And I love you,” I breathed back. I let my head fall against his shoulder, feeling our bodies press together. Now, now I was exactly where I wanted to be.
THE END