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“Jamie, if you want to have an intimate wedding with just the two of you, I get it. It’s your day, no one else’s. I can be just as happy for you from a distance as by your side. You do this for you and Fury, not for the MC or for friends. Your day, your choice. If you need help with anything, just ask.” She reaches across the desk and gives my hand a squeeze. That takes all the tension out of my body, and I relax noticeably.

“Thank you, Molly. I don’t mind the brothers going nuts and having a party when we get back, but I didn’t want a fuss on the day.”

“So, any news on the baby-making front?”

“Jesus, Molly. Give us time to get married. I’m thoroughly enjoying all the practice, but the real thing needs to be after the house is built. Which we haven’t even designed yet. I want a log cabin, he doesn’t care as long as it has a yard with a playground, both for him and the kids. He wants an enormous garage and workshop, too. It’s got to be at least five bedrooms, a huge eat-in kitchen. Basement play area that can become a studio apartment maybe as the kids get older.”

“That sounds like it could be a basement and three-story job. You’d need the top floor just so you and Fury could have your own space.” Molly could have hit on a good idea there. We could make the top floor almost its own apartment.

“I like the thought of that, especially as they get older and become troublesome teens.”

“Have you thought about what will happen with the practice while you're doing all this, Jamie? I don’t see how you can juggle everything and not have to drop something somewhere.” Molly brings me crashing back to earth with a bang.

“No, I haven’t thought it through fully yet. I’ll probably have to sell the practice, but that would be a heart-wrenching decision, I have to say.”

“You could sell part of it and become a silent partner? It has a solid enough reputation now that you could extend the building or better still, open a second practice elsewhere in town. There are plenty of empty buildings around that could easily be repurposed into a good-sized practice.” It seems Molly has given it more thought than I have, but she could certainly have something there. I doubt we’d have any trouble filling the patient list of a second practice, but finding the doctors and nurses to staff it might be a headache, and I say as much.

“It might be a challenge, but I’m sure we could come up with an incentive package to drag their asses out of the big cities.” Molly looks thoughtful for a few moments. “Once you have built your new place, maybe rent your houses out at a discount for the first six months until new employees can get on the property ladder. The realtors around here would be falling over themselves to get new customers. I can hear them now with their sales patter. Fresh air, outdoor pursuits, space to spread their wings, and all that.” Molly has a look in her eye that tells me she’s holding back on something.

“Spit it out. Whatever it is, I’m sure it won’t shock me.” I wait for it, and it shocks me.

“Pattie began training as a dental nurse before she joined the club. She asked if I knew anywhere she might get a fresh start away from the club.”

“Ew. Can you imagine those hands near your mouth after the places they’ve been? I’m sorry, Molly, but that’s a gross thought.”

“Yeah, not as a dental technician, but she’d be fucking awesome as security. She wouldn’t take shit from anyone. Receptionist maybe, with a bit of coaching? I think she could be worth a thought if she’s still around at the right time.”

“I do feel I owe her something for taking that risk.” I do genuinely feel a debt to Pattie, I think to myself.

“Are you kidding me? She loved every minute of being you. She still walks around with a pretend shotgun, shooting at the brothers. It’s like an air guitar thing to her.” Molly pretends to rack a shell into a pump-action shotgun, points it at me from her hip and shouts, ‘BANG!’ Blowing smoke from the end of the barrels, she heads out of the office, and I get back to staring at my screen.

Chapter 32

*~* Fury *~*

It didn’t take me long to find a church that could marry us straight away, but it is a three-hour drive. I wanted a church wedding. I know Jamie kept saying she wasn’t bothered and that anything would do, but I wanted something that she could look back on and share with our daughters. I’m sure any boys we have won’t be interested.

All I’ve heard since we left is, ‘Do you think we’re doing the right thing?’, ‘Molly said it was okay, but is it, really?’, ‘Did Breaker expect to be your best man?’, ‘Should we have invited the MC?’, ‘Are we being selfish?’

“I swear to God, Jamie, if you don’t stop whining, I’m going to turn this thing around and go back to the clubhouse.”

She pouts and then scowls. “Are we doing the right thing?”

“Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Now, for heaven’s sake can you talk about something else? Please?”

“You can be such a grouch, you know that? What would you rather talk about?” Crossing her arms under her chest only manages to push her tits higher and accentuate her cleavage.

“I don’t honestly know as long as it doesn’t relate to your guilt trip. How about kid’s names? Two boys and two girls. Let’s try that.”

“Gwendoline, Guinevere, Arthur and Harold. They are princesses and heroes.”

“What the fuck! I was thinking more like Daisy and Buttercup,” I reply.

“What about the boys?”

“That was the boys.” I grin as she bursts out laughing and almost hits her head on the dash.

“You asshole. As if you’d ever entertain anything remotely feminine for your sons. I doubt you’d accept that for your daughters. I see you more as a Wraith and Salem kinda guy for the girls. I bet they’re going to be down at the range with you every Saturday and riding every Sunday. You’re going to need a trike or a sidecar when they’re young.”