Page 19 of Reaper and Abby

I wasn’t a romantic man. I was the first to admit it. But Abby brought out a side to me. That even I didn’t realize was inside me.

I walked to the side of the bed. “Marry me.”

She smirked. “We’re already married.”

“True, but I never saw you in white.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. It took a few minutes until she realized I was serious.

“You actually want to renew our vows?”

I dropped to one knee, and took her hand. “I want to see you in white, not a club wedding. A real wedding.”

“I think if we stepped in a church we’d burn.” She said, giving me a serious expression, as if that was possible.

“Baby,” I cupped her face. “I’d burn with you. So Abby, will you marry me?”

I saw the doubt on her face. As if she thought I was doing this to fix the fact I had royally fucked up and been absent from our family.

I dipped my head closer to hers, “Give me a white wedding Abby, marry me again.”

She let out a barely audible sigh. “You’re insane.”

“Insanely in love with you.” My lips twitched up. “Give me the white wedding in a church baby.”

Her hand fell to my cheek. “Well, if I burst into flames when I step in that church, you’ll have yourself to blame.”

“Oh darlin’, you should know by now. I’d protect you from anyone and everything. Including the devil taking you from me.”

I kissed her for the first time when she was sixteen, and she hadn’t just kissed me back. She marked my soul and I claimed her as mine. And as I kissed her now. I was thankful for every fight, every terrible thing that had happened and also the miracles that got us here.

I used to believe I claimed Abby. Truth was, Abby claimed me.

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Abby

When I was fitted for my wedding dress. I thought I’d hate what I saw when I turned to look in the mirror. I just wasn’t the girl who pictured a white wedding. Which is why I married Kade in a black short dress and did everything opposite to what was expected.

Yet, instead I was flooded with butterflies. This moment was ours. We needed this to breathe life back into us. Because somewhere along the way we lost sight of us, but this was our path back.

Now as I stood at the entrance of the church. Kade wasn’t joking about the white wedding. We were having the full traditional wedding.

“You ready little one?” Dad questioned, as I stood beside him. I was nervous to step in the church. Even though I knew I was running late.

I slowly nodded my head. Things weren’t perfect between him and I, but this moment wasn’t about the past. It was about the future. This was our defining moment.

Linking my arm with my Dad.

I heard the wedding march. When the doors opened. The church was packed. Not one club member was wearing a cut either. Then I looked up the aisle and there he was.

No club cut. Just a black suit, and black dress shirt. His neck tattoos are peaking through. Each step I took towards him. I felt as if a reel of our love story played in my mind.

Our first kiss at the lookout.

My drawing which he got tattooed on his arm.

The fights, the feeling of hollowness when I was away from him.

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