Page 48 of Lockout (The Vikings MC: Tucson Chapter #11)

Keely

Four months later

“ H ere’s that file,” Static told me, handing over a thick folder. The scowl I shot his way didn’t deter him at all.

“You’re pushing it,” I told him, but he just chuckled and left my office.

“What are you up to now, Cables?”

My scowl turned into a smile as Lockout stepped into my office. “Your MC brother over there is a menace,” I told him, dropping the folder on my desk and crossing my arms over my chest.

“Could have told you that,” he said, stepping in close and dropping a kiss on my lips. “What’d he do now?”

“He’s taking on more clients than we have time for.”

Lockout had surprised me with a gift. An office building, not too far away from the clubhouse, and a sign that read, Bradford & Henderson LLP. He promised that once we got married and my last name turned to Sharpe that he’d make a new sign and that my name would still go first.

I wasn’t sure who’d come up with the idea of Static and I starting our own law firm, but…

I loved it. We were just now starting to accept clients, and with the way things were going, we were already going to need to start hiring some people to help out.

I was deluding myself. Of course it was Lock’s suggestion.

And they’d worked tirelessly to get everything ready while I’d been stuck on bedrest.

Static had run back and forth, making sure I liked the paint samples and tile, and a million other things, since it was difficult for me to leave bed for the first month after getting shot.

Then I’d healed enough to go into our new space and help get things done.

Under Lock’s watchful gaze, of course. He refused to let me overtire myself.

I fidgeted with the gorgeous diamond ring on my left finger. It was big enough that I would need to worry about swimming with it on. It might drag me down to the depths. But the day he’d proposed to me would live inside my mind forever.

He hadn’t done anything over the top. I wouldn’t have liked that anyway.

He’d just waited until Static and the work crew left, pulled me into his body and told me that he loved me.

That he never wanted to lose me. And that he wanted me to be his wife, officially.

Then he’d given me my ring. It was everything I could have ever wanted for a proposal. He was everything I wanted.

Lockout took me into his arms and grinned down at me. “Want me to kick his ass?”

“No,” I said with a sigh.

“Seriously,” he said, his eyes sharpening as they scanned me. “You’re still recovering. If he’s working you too hard-”

“I’m fine, Lock,” I told him with a smile.

He wasn’t wrong. I wouldn’t be running any marathons for a while.

Well, I wasn’t going to run a marathon ever.

Who would want to do something like that on purpose?

But I wasn’t struggling to breathe anymore.

All that was left was the scarring on my chest and back, and that wasn’t going anywhere.

“You don’t look ready to go,” he said, not bothering to get into an argument with me. Not today. Everyone was excited for what was about to happen in an hour or so.

“Oh!” I went over and shut the door since Static was still somewhere in the building. “I just need a minute.”

Lock crossed his arms over his chest and grinned when I started stripping out of my clothes. “Might need a lock on that door,” he muttered.

“Static always knocks before he comes in,” I said as I dropped the flowy dress over my head.

“I was thinking for other activities, but he’d better.”

The dress settled over me and I turned toward the mirror on the wall. My hand raised and I brushed my fingers over the raised and puckered scars on my chest. I figured if Sloane was brave enough to show hers to the world, I could do the same, for one day at least.

Big hands gripped my hips and I smiled at Lock in the mirror.

“You have us all in your debt forever, Keely.”

Shaking my head, I stared at him. “You saved my life,” I told him. “All of you took on my enemy as your own, and I never have to worry about Hangman or the LoS again.”

“Doesn’t matter. There’re some things that can’t be repaid. Saving Gabby is one of those things. That’s why they’ve made you all the girls Godmother. Even the newest one,” he said with a grin.

“Oh,” I said softly, my heart melting just like it did every time I thought about it.

Jenny had only had her daughter a few weeks ago.

But she refused to miss this, so I knew she’d be there today at the wedding with her newborn, Brielle.

The fact that they would trust me with something as important as their girls, if something ever happened to them, made me want to sob.

Not that I would be alone in caring for them.

Everyone here would do anything for those girls.

“We should go. Don’t want to be late,” he said, lifting my hand and brushing his lips over the backs of my fingers.

Smiling, I stood with the rest of the crowd as the music changed. It wasn’t easy to keep the tears contained as I watched Lockout smile down at Sylvia.

Their arms were linked together and he looked like an imposing wall of muscle, daring the universe to try anything. That if it wanted to cause mischief on Syl’s big day, it was going to have to come through him.

Gabby leaned into me as Lock and Syl walked down the makeshift aisle on the clubhouse’s lawn. The place had once again been prettied up so that Sylvia could marry her soulmate.

I smiled over at where Rainer was waiting beneath a flowered arch with Priest. This was the happy ending we’ve all wanted for her for so long, especially the men. Rainer was a good man. He’d take care of her. He’d also make sure to bring her home, here, every once in a while so we could see her.

Sylvia smiled at us all as she passed and Gabby sighed as I wrapped my arms around her. “She looks so beautiful.”

“Yeah, she does,” I told her. “Picturing your own wedding?” I asked the now twelve-year-old. How had she already turned twelve?

She smiled up at me and shrugged, but I saw the twinkling in her eyes.

She had a crush. I was going to pry that information out of her later.

We’d always been close, just like I was with all the kids, but since our little adventure together, we’d grown closer.

I loved that because she was such a great kid.

Lockout handed Syl over to Rainer and came to take his seat next to me. He looked so damn handsome in his suit and it made my heart race a little when he winked at me.

Everyone watched, hearts melting—for us women anyway—as Rainer and Sylvia got married. It was like the closing of a chapter for us.

Jordan and Ricochet had been married a month ago.

Jenny had just had their fifth daughter.

Dani and Smoke were getting married later this year and Billie would be a month after that.

Who knew when Butcher and Isla would officially tie the knot, but she was rocking her own engagement ring—probably stolen off of some dead body. And I bet she still had the finger.

Lock and I were getting married in a year and three days, seven hours and twelve minutes, not that I was counting down. I’d wanted time to plan, and with starting a new business and focusing on healing, there hadn’t been time, so I put it off a bit. Not to mention healing from three gunshot wounds.

But every one of these guys was locked down and I was so thrilled for all my friends. My family. I placed a hand on my belly and gave Lock a sideways glance. I’d just found out this morning. We were going to have a baby.

God, I hoped he was ready. I hoped I was ready.

Who was I kidding? I was thrilled. He was going to be pissed because I was the one who’d seduced him into sex, even though he insisted I wasn’t healed enough for that.

Reminded me of not all that long ago when he’d been the one hurt and I’d been the one saying maybe it wasn’t a good idea.

I was planning to tell him tonight. Maybe after he’d had a few beers and a piece of wedding cake. I’d make sure his guard was down before I let him have it with this kind of news.

Focusing on the rest of the vows, I cried along with the other women as Syl and Rainer shared their first kiss.

The party afterward was one for the books, and when my unsuspecting biker was just a little drunk, I pulled him away from his brothers.

“Hey there, Mrs. Sharpe.”

“I’m not Mrs. Sharpe yet,” I countered.

He shrugged, pulling me into his arms and swaying with me to the music that filled the air. “You’re mine.”

“I am,” I told him with a smile. “Know what else is yours?”

He gave me a wicked grin. “That pussy.”

I laughed. “Well, yes, but PG-13 answer, Lock.”

He frowned. “I don’t know. What?”

Grabbing his hand, I brought it down to where my uterus was. Of course his hand was so big it covered a lot of area so I had to scoot it up so it didn’t look like he was palming my vag in the middle of the wedding reception.

His frown deepened. “Cables, just-”

“I’m pregnant.”

The swaying stopped as he stared down at me. “Seriously?”

I searched his face. All I could see was shock, but I was hoping happiness was about to show up or I might cry. “Yeah.”

He let out a shout so loud, I actually jumped. Then he crushed me against his body, my feet off the damn ground, and spun me around.

“You’re going to get puked on,” I warned him, holding on for dear life.

“Sorry,” he said with a laugh and put me down. He kissed me, hard, for about two seconds, then he was off.

“What’s going on?” Dani and Billie asked as they walked up. The rest of the women were hot on their heels.

“I’m pregnant!” I told them, grinning. Earlier in the day I’d pulled Sylvia aside and asked if I could tell Lockout some good news on her big day.

She’d told me that this was time for family and she wanted all the good news.

That it was all good luck for her and that she wouldn’t have a life if it hadn’t been for these bikers.

Staring around at my smiling, crying friends as they hugged me, I knew exactly what she meant. This was my family now. Because of those bikers. None of this would have been possible without them. And they deserved the world for being the kind of men who made such a positive change in the world.

They deserved every happiness. And so did I. And these women. And the children. We were all so incredibly lucky to be here. To have one another. I stared across the lawn as all the men gathered around Lockout, slapping him on the back.

I was fortunate to have fallen in love with a motorcycle club president. A good man. And we were going to spend the rest of our lives loving each other. No fairy tale could have prepared me for my own happily ever after. But I was hanging onto it with both hands.