Page 28 of Viva Wed Vegas

“You know you could get pregnant with another boy,” I point out. “And have, like all boys, if you kept trying for a girl.”

She scrunches up her face in horror. “I could handle one more boy, but if I didn’t have a girl, there is no way I would keep going to get a girl. No fucking way,” she states adamantly.

“Right, let’s do this. Let’s get you married.” I grin, trying to bury my own worries and fears and embrace Star’s day. She gives my shoulder a squeeze as she passes to walk out the bathroom door. I stay behind for a few moments, just staring down at the test. Not overjoyed, and yet not as devastated as I thought I would be. I had never planned to have kids. I didn’t particularly want them, but now that it’s actually happening, I’m not so sure. I look down at my stomach and shake my head back and forth. “You do realise that you would be smothered, not just by this club but the Satan’s, too,” I sigh.

I walk to the bin and throw away my test before I quickly wash my hands again and walk back into the room to join everyone else. As soon as I step into the room, I know Star has told them the result, as they all stand there staring at me with wide excited smiles.

I groan. “I still haven’t made up my mind yet, so don’t get excited,” I warn them.

They all nod before letting out little squeals and swamping me in a group hug, ignoring what I just said. Warmth floods me, and I can’t help but smile. I look up, catching Star’s gaze, and she gives me a small smile and nod, knowing exactly where my decision is headed. Damn her for knowing me better than I know myself.

CHAPTERELEVEN

STAR

As we makeour way down to the lobby, one of Eric’s men is there, ready to greet us with a warm smile. “Ma’am, if you would like to follow me, there have been some changes to your wedding venue,” he states.

I frown, looking around at the girls. “What’s going on?” I ask. They all shake their heads with confused looks on their faces, just like mine.

“This way,” he gestures, and I follow, wondering if the chapel had cancelled last minute or if a car had broken down.

He leads us through the main casino to a set of large double doors at the back where two security guards are standing. They speak into their little mics and nod before opening the door. What in the fuck is going on? Man, I wish I brought my dusters down with me. I can’t help feeling like we are being set up and are walking right into a trap.

As we step through the door into a beautiful garden with a breathtaking fountain in the centre, I’m too busy looking up at it as we pass that I don’t notice the stunning veranda ahead where Ghost and the rest of the club, along with Queenie and the kids, are all stood waiting.

“Mama!” Enzo shouts, catching my attention, and that’s when I see them. My eyes dart from every stunning detail of white roses and lilies to land on him. Standing there in black jeans, a white shirt with a few buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up exposing his tattooed forearms, paired with his Black Hearts MC cut, I grin, knowing that he doesn’t do shirts, and he’s never done formal. This was him doing formal for me.

Enzo bounces in his arms excitedly, making my grin deepen. I’m vaguely aware that the girls have all moved in front of me to walk ahead down the aisle. The music changes, and Sleep Token’s Mine starts playing loudly. I bite down on my bottom lip, fighting back the emotions that threaten to prickle towards the surface. I begin walking down the aisle, my eyes still firmly fixed on Ghost, his ice-blue eyes searing through to my very soul.

As I step next to him, his hand grabs the back of my head, his fingers threaded through my hair as he crashes his mouth down to mine. His mouth consumes me, and his tongue caresses mine as he pours everything he is feeling into this kiss. I feel Enzo’s hand on my cheek, bringing me back to reality, making me smile.

Ghost breaks the kiss, resting his temple on mine. “Words cannot describe how fucking stunning you look right now,” he whispers against my lips.

“Fffffuckin!” Enzo yells, causing me and Ghost to laugh. He moves his hand, gliding it down along my bare back, stopping at the swell of my ass, his thumb lazily stroking back and forth, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.

“Unless you want everyone to see my hardened nipples through this dress, stop doing that,” I hiss.

“Ahem.” A guy standing in front of us coughs, clearing his throat.

“Shit, sorry. Didn’t see you there,” I apologise. I hear chuckles coming from behind me, so I reach around and flip them off behind my back, making them laugh harder. I look up at Ghost to see amusement dancing across his eyes. I shrug with my best innocent mask on. “What?” I ask before leaning over and placing a kiss on top of Enzo’s head.

Queenie steps forward, taking Enzo from Ghost before moving to stand at our side.

“Let me begin by saying how honoured I am to be here to officiate the union of Star and...” He pauses, looking down at his form. “Er, Ghost,” he says, clearing his throat awkwardly.

I look at the guy dressed in a formal grey suit; probably designer and probably expensive. “I’m sorry, is there anyone else that can marry us?” I ask, interrupting.

He looks at me with a stunned expression. “I can assure you ma’am, I am the best in Las Vegas,” he defends.

“I don’t doubt you aren’t. I just feel like we should have either someone more suited to us or even Elvis would do.” I shrug.

“Say no more,” a deep voice states. I turn and see Jared walking up, and he shoos away the efficient and smirks at Ghost.

“You can marry us?” I ask, grinning.

“Yeah, I am ordained, and my Elvis impression ain’t too bad either. Thank you very much,” he says in his best Elvis voice while swivelling his hips. I throw my head back and laugh.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say this before?” Ghost asks.

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