Page 156 of Prince Charming

She waved and blew him a kiss and her gorgeous man raised a hand in the air to catch it.

God, her heart flipped over.

Now she was eager for him to ask her the question so she could fling herself at him and tell him yes.

“I love you.” She mouthed through the window and saw his grin stretch his mouth. The words didn’t come easy to her, though she felt them so deeply. She gave them sparingly and knew he held them dear.

Happiness for Marianna was a feeling.

It was a place.

It was knowing her children were happy, and she was loved without borders.

Happiness was knowing Tag would be there when she got home. Probably cooking something nice or waiting to pounce on her in the closet.

He did that a lot. And she never minded. Not at all.

Even a stomped and abused heart knew a good thing when it saw it.

The heart was always the reason a girl fell in love with a boy.

Risks were taken.

Trust given.

Marianna would never regret putting her broken trust in a biker Prince.

He brought her pieces back together.

She doubted another man could have done that for her.

The fiercest love arose from situations of suffering.

It came from bad choices and wonderful decisions.

Love so everlasting was a precarious journey. Making a commitment to work and fight through everything.

Only a little way down the street and she missed him already.

So she called him, and he’d been expecting it because Tag laughed as he answered,

“miss you too, darlin’.”

See? He was perfect forher.

A biker Prince hadn’t only swooped in and saved the day.

He’d made every day so much better.

Entirely better.

She was starting to believe girls like her did get a happily ever after.

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Ten years later

“Dad! Pasha is being a little dickhead.”

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