Page 207 of Heir

It felt like I hadn’t spent more than an hour with my girl in the past three days.

Everyone was running around trying to get things ready, and I would have been fucking happy to elope with her.

My eyes met my aunt’s eyes from across the place. She was standing a distance away from everyone else, but at least she had attended my wedding. She and Dad were slowly talking again, though I knew the news of Jude and all that he had done still broke her heart.

Dad hadn’t wanted me to call her.

And I didn’t.

Gemma did. She went through my phone and found her numbers. She talked to my aunt and convinced her to come here and make amends with Dad. Though Aunt Jenny still didn’t want to be a part of the King’s Men MC. I didn’t blame her.

Braxton came up beside her and hugged her waist. She smiled, leaned down, and kissed his head before letting go.

Braxton turned and ran up to the altar to stand beside me. I ruffled his head, smiling a little when he scowled at me.

“Relax,” Blue said, bringing my attention back to him. “You just have to get through tonight, and she’ll be all yours for the next two weeks in Paris.”

“She’ll be all mine forever,” I corrected.

“Possessive bastard, isn’t he?” Blue asked Braxton, who nodded.

I ignored them both because a hush had come over everyone gathered, then music, and then—

Fuck.

I choked on my breath at the sight of my girl in an A-line wedding dress—a term I only knew because Gemma told me.

Her blonde hair was up in a bun with soft, wispy strands framing her face. Her lips were painted a bright red, and her eyes glimmered with happiness.

The dress was fitted enough that I could make out the soft swell of her belly where our child was safely tucked inside.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful,” Blue said.

I couldn’t respond to that. I was robbed of my speech.

Beside her, Dad’s arm was hooked around her.

He was walking her down the aisle, something he was honored about. I thought I saw him tear up when she asked him.

Being a father to four boys didn’t exactly give him the opportunity to walk anyone down the aisle, but he thought of Gemma as his own daughter.

He looked at her, his eyes full of paternal love, before he pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

She cried and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, grinning from ear to ear, and I felt like the luckiest man alive.

Fuck me.

They walked over to us.

I couldn’t focus on anything or anyone but her.

My girl.

Finally, she stood beside me.

Dad handed her over to me with a kiss on her cheek and his hand cupping the back of my neck. Then he went to his seat.

All the brothers and their women were here to witness me marrying the woman I loved, and Blue was officiating.

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