Page 62 of Amy's Santa

Chapter Eighteen

Amy

As I watch Drew walk away, leading his men into church, I feel a burst of pride for him. He wears the hat of the prez so easily, and it’s easy to see everyone respects him.

I’m neither surprised nor upset he’s had to put the club first almost the moment we stepped foot on the compound. As the first lady I know what to expect, I’ve watched Sam handle the role with ease over the years, and know I’ll do well enough if I just copy what she’s always done. Mainly be there for my man, understand he’s got responsibilities, and allow him to do them without complaint. Drew will make time for me, his old lady, but the club will always take priority. I haven’t grown up in an MC not to know that.

“You’re really back for good?” Zane, Drummer’s younger son asks me. He’s studying to be a civil engineer and we all suspect he’ll end up working with Shooter in the Satan’s Devils construction business. When he’d first told me the course he was on, I’d joked were there any impolite engineers, and he’d just given me a look and a wedgy when I’d stepped away. Boys, it seems, never grow up.

We shoot the shit for a while, then Olivia joins us, and Zane makes himself scarce muttering something about women’s talk when I ask her about her wedding. Sam and Sophie, mother and future mother-in-law of the bride come over and join us. Then it’s all about dresses, cakes, receptions. Turns out Sophie had a quickie marriage, and Sam wasn’t given a ring at all, so they’re both enjoying the thought of a good affair by proxy. But when I see Olivia rolling her eyes, I suspect she just wants to get it done.

“When you marrying Drew?” she asks me.

“When he formally asks me,” I reply with a laugh. “I’ll say yes, and just want that ring on my finger. I don’t want any fuss.”

“You think Heart and Marcia will let you get away with that?”

“They won’t have much choice.” I think my gaining my independence means I’m stronger to stand up for myself. Olivia has never been away from the compound.

Sam’s eying us thoughtfully. “Is this not what you want, Ollie? A big wedding, with all the trimmings?”

Asked a direct question, she shrugs. “I’m already his old lady, I don’t need a bit of paper to commit to Eli.”

She wouldn’t, she’s been his and he hers all their lives. Born a couple of months apart, they’ve remained inseparable.

Sophie leans forward. “Look, how’s this for an idea? A joint wedding?”

Olivia’s eyes widen. “Now that’s a thought. What do you think, Amy?”

I chuckle. “Drew hasn’t asked me yet.”

“Well hell,” Sam sits back with a grin on her face. “Now that would be freaking amazing. The prez and VP getting married at the same time. Will take some organising though, reps from all the other chapters will have to be invited.”

I hadn’t thought about the politics of marrying the top man, to me Drew’s Drew, not Wizard. I suppose I’d been naïve thinking we could just sneak down to city hall. Drew’s not only president of this chapter, but of all the chapters of the Satan’s Devils MC. Other clubs may see it as an insult if they weren’t invited to a big bash to celebrate. While I’m not particularly shy, the idea of standing up and being the focus of attention is a scary one. I glance at Olivia, Sophie’s suggestion which means I’d be sharing the limelight starts to sound very attractive.

“Ollie,” I start slowly, “ifDrew asks me, then I think it’s a good idea if he’s happy to go along with it.”

Sam claps her hands. “There’s no if about it, so I think we go ahead with the plan. I’m happy to help, Amy,” she nudges me, “I’m your proxy mom. That’s if Marc doesn’t mind me helping out.”

“What am I helping out with?” Marc comes across and sits down.

“Ollie and Amy’s weddings. They’ve decided to tie the knot together.”

“He hasn’t asked me yet,” I mouth to my stepmom, rolling my eyes.

Marc ignores me. “That sounds like a great idea.” She looks around. “Becca, Darcy, come over here. We’ve got weddings to plan.”

“Hey, and I’m what, chopped liver? I am the mother of the bloody bride,” Sophie mock glares at Sam.

Sam grins back. “Left to you we’d be drinking tea and feasting on crumpets.”

Sophie shrugs, then chuckles. “Cucumber sandwiches—with the crusts cut off of course—and tea cakes and crumpets. Oh, let’s see,” she starts pulling at her fingers. “Sausage rolls, scotch eggs...”

“I like those,” Olivia remarks.

Sophie winks at her daughter, then continues, “Toad in the Hole, Bubble and Squeak. Oh,” she’s trying to keep a straight face, “we could have Spotted Dick.”

Sam’s eyes widen in horror, and she turns her back on Wraith’s wife, leaning pointedly toward me. “I’ll be in charge of catering,” she says firmly.

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