Page 55 of Festive

“Don’t give him a black eye. We want some decent photos of this day, okay?” Zero warns.

Shotgun chuckles but nods. “I hear you. I’ll be good.”

Zero smirks, then turns and walks out, leaving me withRebel’s stand-in father.

He steps up to me, straightening out my cut, the move not supposed to be comforting but threatening. “You hurt her again, atany time…”He leaves it open-ended, but I hear the meaning loud and clear.

“All that shit, it was a misunderstanding. I didn’t act on a threat when it was obvious to everyone else… when it was obvious to Thayleah. I take full responsibility for those actions, Shotgun.”

“They landed you in the hospital, so I think you suffered enough. But this commitment to Thayleah is forever. You can’t quit when shit gets hard, and neither can she. Despite what I originally thought of you… you’re good for her, and she fucking loves you. Those girls love you. And now you’re gonna be a part of our family officially, so I guess I better start cutting you some damn slack.” My eyes widen as I stare at him, not knowing if he is shitting me or being serious. “I’m not gonna fucking hug you or nothing. Just take the damn win, Six.”

Laughing, I put my hand out for him to shake. “Thanks, Shotgun. I’m gonna make you proud of me…one day.”

He tries to fight back his smile, but I see it. “You’re stepping up and taking care of your family. You’re already making me proud, Koda… but tell Thayleah I said that, and Iwillhurt you.” He grunts and turns, walking for the door.

My chest swells with pride as I beam from ear to ear. I don’t even care about that last part. The man I have been trying to impress for my entire relationship with Thayleah is finally proud of me. All I have ever wanted is to keep her happy. That means making the people who love her happy. If Shotgun is finally warming up to me, then maybe I am doing something right.

Smiling, I chuckle to myself. I never would have thought—

“You fucking coming to get married or what?” Shotgun calls out from the door, breaking me from my excitement of hispraise.

I jerk in reaction, seeing him glaring at me, and I nod, rushing into the hall with him. I don’t want to keep him or my bride waiting. Together, we move into the main room where the makeshift aisle has been set up. The festive Christmas Day-themed wedding is in full swing. Zero stands at the top of the altar as the master of ceremonies. He became ordained so he could marry us. I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather do this for us.

Making my way to the top, I stand at the altar, straightening out my outfit. My anxiety, nerves, and excitement are all racing through me at the same time while the rest of the clubhouse hangs around, waiting for my daughters, Avery, and my bride, to make their appearance.

Suddenly, the music starts, and Avery appears at the bottom of the stairs wearing a red dress that screams Christmas. I smile, my eyes turning to Shotgun, seeing the love he has for his Old Lady as she walks with their son, Gage, next to her. They step down the aisle when Kenna appears at the bottom of the stairs wearing a little white dress. She looks fucking gorgeous. My heart swells when she does her own Kenna thing, taking off and running straight down the aisle at lightning speed. No pausing for people to look at her, not stopping to drop petals along the way. Right now, this is the Kenna show, just as I knew it would be.

Everyone laughs as she slams straight into my legs. “Daddy, I’m wearing a pretty dress. Can you see?”

Chuckling, I bend down and pick her up, hoisting her onto my hip. “Yeah, firefly. You look beautiful.”

She cuddles into me as I turn back to see Shotgun step down the stairs, carrying Kinzley and holding his hand out to Rebel. She takes the last two steps down into the main clubroom, and my heart leaps into my throat.

She’s. Fucking. Stunning.

Her dress is simple, showing her baby bump, but she is a fucking vision in white and lace. Her sleeves drape off her shoulders, the lace cascading down and flowing into a small train. I don’t know where they got this dress from in the short time I gave them, but it’s fucking perfect.

She is fucking perfect.

Rebel links her arm with Shotgun, and he begins walking her toward me while carrying Kinz. My chest squeezes, my breaths become short, and my eyes well, knowing that we have put this off for so long because of my duty to the club. I almost lost her because of my stupidity. I’m just so glad that this is happening because she is the reason I breathe. She is the reason I exist—her and our kids.

My heart beats furiously in my chest. It beats for her. Every thump reminds me of the love that flows through my veins for her.

Shotgun steps her up to me and flares his nostrils. “She’s been yours for a long time, Six, but now shereallybelongs to you. You fucking take care of her, so help me God.”

“She’s my everything… her and our kids. I’m gonna do them right.”

He slaps my back. “I know you will.” He turns to plant a kiss on Rebel’s cheek and hands Kinzley over to her, and we stand as a family at the altar.

I shake my head, just staring at her in undeniable awe.

“You look pretty, Mama.” Kenna takes the words I was literally just about to say out of my mouth.

“I agree. You’re stunning.”

Rebel smiles. “I had a little help.” She glances at Prinie and Cherry sitting in the front row.

“Okay, we ready to do this?” Zero interrupts.

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