Page 84 of Deadly Secrets

“Maybe he’s better on two wheels than four?” Sutton interjects and I see the wheels turning in my son’s head. I have a feeling that Rhett would love for Ryder to be on a motorcycle.

“We were sent to see if you were ready,” Crusher voices after several more comments of Ryder telling us how it wasn’t his fault the curb jumped in his way.

“Almost honey,” Melissa says as she connects the clasp of my necklace.

Ten minutes later, everyone is in their seats as Ryder and I stand in front of a set of doors, waiting for them to open for us to walk down the aisle toward Rhett.

“You look nervous,” Ryder comments as I weave my hand around his elbow.

“A little,” I admit.

“Why?” he scoffs. “You’re already married.”

Technically, he’s not wrong. Rhett had told me last year what he had Hawk do and I was shocked but for some reason it didn’t bother me. The weirdest part was how Hawk did it. I knew that he and Raegan are computer geniuses but I had no idea the extent. When Ryder asked if we ever thought of getting married, we gave him a watered-down version of the details and put today into motion.

As the doors open and the room comes into view, the music begins. I remember from my teenage journal wanting all the glitz and glam of a wedding, but today is nothing like that. Now I like the simple things in life, a slow pace where I can stop and smell the roses.

Ryder walks me down to a waiting Rhett, who is wearing a tux and not his normal jeans and cut. His groomsmen are all dressed the same. The room is filled with Dead Road MC men from different chapters but my man only has eyes for me. The look on Rhett’s face is nothing but love the closer we get. Ryder shakes his dad’s hand then passes me over, taking his spot right behind his father as his best man.

Rhett helps me up the two steps and then we’re facing each other. Crusher begins talking as he performs the ceremony but I tune him out and take in my man. The vision I had all those years ago when we were teens is nothing like the man standing in front of me.

It’s better.

Leaning in closer so we are only a few inches apart I say the words that I’ve practiced a million times in the mirror all morning. Fifteen years ago, I was a scared teen who kept putting off telling Rhett that our lives were about to change. That day didn’t go as planned and he lived all those years not realizing that a piece of him was walking this earth. If anything, the two of us have learned that life is short, and that tomorrow is not promised. I refuse to let another minute pass between us or second guess when the right time is to tell him.

I look into his dark eyes and say, “I’m pregnant.”

I must’ve said it louder than I thought or Crusher has supersonic hearing because he halts his words.

“What?” Rhett’s face flashes with confusion as his brows pull together.

I clear my throat, might as well announce it for the room since crickets can be heard.

“I’m… we’re pregnant,” I say, half shrugging.

Rhett’s mouth falls slack and his eyes roam over my face as if in shock. I can hear surprised gasps from my girls behind me and cheers from many of the brothers in the room, but my main focus is on the man standing in front of me. I always wondered what his reaction would’ve been that fateful night that tore us apart. This is as close as I’ll ever get to finding out.

Moments continue to go by and his body hasn’t moved an inch. Panic and self-doubt start to settle in. His lack of acknowledgement has my empty stomach lurching. Maybe Rhett doesn’t want any more kids?

Before I can think too long about that, a slow cocky smile curves up on his lips. His eyes shine with wetness as he takes me in. My long tight simple dress molds to my body and I’m lucky I haven’t gained any weight yet or this outfit wouldn’t have worked today. Rhett lets go of my hands and pulls me into his chest.

“I love you so fucking much,” he says into my ear, holding me tight. “Thank you for giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Something must be in the air because a flood of tears starts to pour out of my eyes as we relish in this moment, a moment not unlike the one that was stolen from us all those years ago. One of Rhett’s arms leaves mine and then I feel another person being brought into the hug. The noise in the room booms with shouting and clapping as everyone celebrates our moment.

“I don’t have to change diapers, do I?” Ryder asks all seriously, his father refusing to let us out of his arms.

I huff out a laugh at his words. “Only if you want to, bud,” I say looking up at our son.

“Okay, let’s reset and start this again,” Crusher says as we finally pull apart. Rhett kisses the top of Ryder’s head before turning to me.

“Now where were we?”

We finish the ceremony but never make it to the reception. Rhett decides to haul me to the house instead.

“Are we here to change before the party?” I ask as he helps me out of the truck.

Rhett snorts and ushers me into the house.