Page 56 of Piston

The world falls away as she approaches, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to rush to her, to gather her in my arms and never let go. She reaches me, her hand slipping into mine, and I blink back the tears that threaten to fall.

"Hi," she whispers, her smile blinding.

"Hi yourself," I manage, my voice thick with emotion.

The ceremony passes in a blur, the words washing over me as I lose myself in Jenny's eyes. This woman, this incredible, fierce, loving woman, is pledging her life to me. And I to her.

When it's time for the vows, I take a shuddering breath, pouring my heart into every word. "Jenny, you are my everything. My reason for breathing, my guiding light in the darkness. I promise to love you, to cherish you, to stand by your side through every storm we face. You are my home, my hearth, and I will spend every day of my life striving to be the man you deserve. I love you, with every beat of my heart, every fiber of my being. Always and forever."

Tears shimmer in Jenny's eyes as she recites her own vows, her voice strong and clear. "Piston, you are my rock, my safe haven. Your love has transformed me, shown me what it means to be truly seen, truly cherished. I promise to be your partner, your equal, your best friend. To stand with you through every triumph and every challenge. You are my soulmate, my other half, and I will love you with every breath in my body, until the end of time."

As the final words are spoken and we're pronounced husband and wife, I pull Jenny into my arms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Applause erupts around us, but all I can focus on is the woman in my arms, the woman who now bears my name.

Mrs. Jennifer Piston. My wife. My everything.

The reception is in full swing, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. I've got my arm around Jenny's waist, holding her close as we make our way through the crowd of well-wishers.

"Congrats, brother!" Tank claps me on the back, his grin wide and genuine. "You did good, man. Real good."

I nod, emotion clogging my throat. "Thanks, Tank. For everything."

He shakes his head. "Nah, man. This is all you. You and Jenny. You fought for this, for each other. And that's what matters."

I glance down at Jenny, my heart swelling with love and pride. She's beaming, her eyes bright with joy and unshed tears. In this moment, surrounded by the people who matter most, I feel invincible. Like nothing can touch us, nothing can tear us apart.

"Speech! Speech!" The chant starts up, growing louder until I have no choice but to acknowledge it.

I clear my throat, raising my glass in a toast. "I'm not much for speeches," I begin, my voice gruff with emotion. "But I gotta say, looking out at all of you, my brothers, my family... it means the world to me. To us."

I pull Jenny closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Jenny, you are my everything. My reason for breathing, my guiding light. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I swear, I will spend every day of my life trying to be worthy of your love."

Tears are flowing freely now, and I swipe at my eyes, unashamed. "To the Iron Reapers, to family, to love. May we always have each other's backs, no matter what comes our way."

"To family!" The chorus of voices echoes back, glasses raised in salute.

As the party continues, I find myself watching Jenny, marveling at the way she moves, the way she laughs. She's radiant, glowing with happiness, and I can't help but feel like the luckiest bastard alive.

"You're staring," she murmurs, sliding her arms around my neck.

"Can't help it," I grin, nuzzling her nose with mine. "You're just too damn beautiful."

She laughs, the sound like music to my ears. "Smooth talker."

"Only for you, babe. Only for you."

And as we sway together, lost in each other's eyes, I know that this is just the beginning. The start of a new chapter, a new adventure. And with Jenny by my side, I'm ready for anything.

The rumble of engines fills the air as we step outside, hand in hand. The Iron Reapers have formed a line of bikes, chrome gleaming in the fading light. It's a tradition, a way of honoring the newly wedded couple, and the sight of it makes my chest tighten with emotion.

"Ready for this?" I ask, squeezing Jenny's hand.

She grins up at me, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Born ready, babe."

We climb onto my bike, Jenny settling behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist. The feel of her against my back, the way she molds herself to me, it's like coming home.

I rev the engine, feeling the power thrumming beneath us. The other riders follow suit, a symphony of roaring engines filling the air. It's a sound that speaks of freedom, of brotherhood, of the open road stretching out before us.

As we pull out onto the highway, the wind whipping past us, I can't help but reflect on the journey that brought us here. The struggles, the triumphs, the moments of doubt and fear. Through it all, Jenny has been my rock, my anchor in the storm.

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