Page 64 of Pigeon

“Then yes, I’ll marry you,” Ivy answers with a nervousness to her voice that I vow to change to happiness.

The kitchen door flies open, and everyone rushes back into the main room.

“Geesh, took you long enough, Ivy,” Craig admonishes with a laugh.

“Only proposal I’ve ever heard that included a promise of divorce,” Trudy says before pushing me back and hugging Ivy. “Welcome to the family, honey.”

“Does this mean we can postpone the ass whooping you had planned?” Vex asks me before giving me a one-armed hug and a hard slap to the back. Before I can answer, Ivy does.

“Depends on what Tessie was trying to say before Pigeon shut her down. Anyone want to explain what ‘the steady parade of’ means? Because if it’s what I think she was saying, the ass whooping will commence, and I’ll be putting money on Vex winning it.”

“Why would you think he’d win?” I ask, astonished that my own damn woman would bet against me.

“Because you’ll be starting off already injured and not walking straight,” Ivy replies sweetly. “Remember, I grew up on a ranch and can castrate a 1,200-pound bull in 18 seconds flat. You won’t take nearly that long.”

Every man in the room groans, and most drop a hand to cover their favorite muscle. I give Ivy an innocent look, then explain.

“Tessie lies! She’s a shit-stirrer, and you shouldn’t spend time in her presence! She’s evil!”

Tessie glares at me, but the rest of the room laughs.

“As long as that phrase is in the past, I’ll use my skills on the ranch only,” Ivy says as she leans into me.

Thank fuck my woman is a reasonable one. Probably helps that she likes my cock, too.

When the women of The Devil’s Angels get busy on something, things happen fast. Within a few days, we have a marriage license, a pastor, and Ava’s working on a cake. I know Ivy’s overwhelmed with everything going on, so I try to keep things as close to normal as I can, but that’s not easy.

Ivy did put her foot down firmly, though, when it came to some aspects of our wedding. Cake has to be chocolate, steaks on the grill, no fancy menu. Ranch food and in large quantities she ordered. She insisted the wedding be small and not formal because she said nobody should stuff themselves into clothing they hate to wear just to watch us get married. She asked Ava to stand up with her, and I asked Rex. She asked the twins to be the flower girls and Luke to be the ring bearer.

When Craig’s face went slack in shock of being left out, Ivy asked him the big question, one I didn’t know she had been planning on all along. She asked Craig if he’d walk her down the aisle and give her away because she doesn’t have a dad and that if she could have picked a brother for herself, she’d have picked him. Craig solemnly nodded his head but told her, “I’ll walk with you, but I’m not giving you away. Not until Pigeon proves he won’t mess this up.”

We’re having the wedding and reception at the ranch, and Ted was informed he’s not invited to attend. He was also told, by me, to start packing because the day of the wedding is his last day living on Ivy’s land. Ivy’s grandparents’ attorney has been notified of the impending marriage and has started the paperwork to move everything into Ivy’s ownership.

I went with Ivy to visit her mom. Carol was smiling, crying, and happy to see her girl but refused our invitation to the wedding. She explained that she’s not comfortable leaving the premises, and we explained that we understood. Before we left, she grabbed my arm and asked, “Will you please take good care of my Ivy?”

“I promise that I will,” I answered before accepting her hug.

After returning to my house, I sat Ivy down and told her we were going ring shopping tomorrow. I expected excitement, but Ivy sat quietly for a moment before stating, “Nana gave me her rings when she knew she was terminal. Would you be upset if I wanted to wear them instead of buying new ones?”

There is a part of me that’s disappointed because I want to see my ring on Ivy’s finger, but I understand her feelings about this.

“How about a compromise?” I ask instead of answering her question.

“Like what?”

“You wear your grandmother’s rings because I know what those two people meant to you. You and I get ring tats like Vex and Taja did, so something of mine is on your body.”

“I like that idea. A lot. When can we get the tats?” Ivy asks with a smile.

“After the wedding. We’ll get Bailey to draw something up for us.”

“Thank you for understanding. You’re going to be really good at this husband thing,” Ivy says quietly before we seal our agreement with a kiss.

“You two aren’t going to start dry humping each other, are you? Because I’d really like to watch some TV and not porn,” Horse mutters as he flops down on the couch.

Laughing at his words, Ivy goes to the kitchen to make a few more calls for the wedding.

“You sure you’re okay with us still staying here for now?” I ask Horse.

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