Page 59 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
“Logan Morrison, is this your way of proposing to me?” I tease.
He blushes, a sight that delights me and makes me giggle. “Well, I guess I am. I suppose I should have done it properly, gotten a ring and down on one knee and all that, but I didn’t know what you’d all think of it. After all, this impacts all four of us.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” Bear says, assuaging any concerns of jealousy.
“Me too,” Hawk agrees.
“So do I, and I don’t need a fancy proposal to know how much you all love me.”
***
Despite this, a week later, I find the guys dressed up in suits and ties in the kitchen, which they’ve decorated with candles and flowers, and romantic music plays in the background. Sofia is sound asleep in Bear’s arms, and a beaming Jenny is by their side, wearing her favorite dress.
“What’s all this?” I ask.
Wolf steps forward, clearing his throat nervously as he adjusts his tie. He bends down to one knee, and I gasp as I realize what’s happening. Wolf looks up at me, taking my hand in his. “Harper, would you do the honor of marrying me?” He opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.
Tears spring to my eyes as I cry out, “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you.” He slips the ring onto my finger and kisses me before moving to my side.
Bear steps forward, passing Sofia to Wolf before dropping to his knee, and produces another box. “Harper, although Wolf will have the honor of being your husband in the eyes of the law, I vow to love you and treasure you as my wife, nevertheless. If you’ll have me. I wanted to give you this to wear as a token of our love.” He opens the box, and inside is a gorgeous necklace that matches Wolf’s ring.
“I love you, too, Bear,” I reply as he kisses me and places the necklace around my neck.
Finally, Hawk steps forward and drops to his knee, too. “You know I’m no good at speeches. But I promise to love you for as long as you’ll have me.” From his pocket, he too produces a box, inside it is a thin bracelet, the third piece in the matching set.
I smile and kiss him as he places the bracelet on my wrist. “Till death do us part,” I whisper to him. I feel overwhelmed with love and joy as I look at the tokens of our love. “I’ll never take them off,” I vow.
Jenny rushes over to hug me, thrilled that I’ve said yes, and we huddle together in a family hug.
I feel like the luckiest woman alive. I thought that true love was just a myth, or that it wasn’t for me. That your one true love only existed in fairy tales.
It turns out I was right, just not in the way I thought.
There’s more than one Mr. Right out there. I’m just lucky enough to have found all three of mine at the same time.
Epilogue
Harper
One Year Later
Idon’t remember feeling this happy at my wedding to Ryan. All I recall is the nausea and nerves. As I’m preparing to walk down the aisle for the first of three weddings today, the legally binding one to Wolf, all I feel is joy. There’s no uncertainty in my heart.
It helps that Jenny is so excited and happy about her mommy marrying three ‘Daddies who all love Mommy’, her words. If it harmed Jenny in any way, I’d think twice about it, but she’s been so excited about the weddings. It’s because of her that we’re doing three separate ceremonies. She insisted that one ceremony wouldn’t be enough and I needed three different dresses. An extravagance I initially refused until the guys insisted they wanted it for me, too.
Dress number one is a simple yet classic dress made of cream satin that hugs my curves, tapering out at the waist into a slim-fitting skirt. I didn’t want anything too extravagant as we’re at the city hall for the first ceremony. It’s still reasonably early, the first ceremony of the day, so there’s a chill in the air. Wrapped around my shoulders is a faux fur stole in gorgeous colors of grays, browns, and creams to resemble a wolf’s fur, a nod to the man I’m about to marry. My hair is worn loose with some braids, and my makeup is simple.
“Mommy, you look like a Viking queen,” Jenny says in awe. She’s recently been learning about the Vikings in school.
I look in the mirror and realize with a smile that she’s right. It’s perfectly fitting for the strong warrior I’m about to marry. Jenny looks like a little mini-me, except for the fact that her skirt is a tutu-style skirt. Even baby Sofia is coordinated; she sits in her playpen, happily cooing away and pulling at the little booties she’s wearing.
“She’s right, you look beautiful,” Mira adds, coming to stand behind me, squeezing my shoulders, and looking at me in the mirror.
“So do you,” I point out. “Both of you,” I add, turning to look at Katie, who is my other bridesmaid. “Paul and Tiny are going to lose their minds.”
It didn’t surprise me that Tiny and Katie became an item. Tiny might be a giant at six-foot-eight, but he’s a real softie, rescuing kittens in his spare time. Katie needs someone like that, strong yet gentle at the same time. He’s utterly besotted with Katie, he said he knew she was the one the moment he saw her that night at the pier. Katie and I have become firm friends since that night. She now works at the Shadow Pack clubhouse, managing the bar, so between her relationship with Tiny and her association with the Pack, we see a lot of each other.
Mira and Paul getting together was a bit more of a surprise. It’s not that they aren’t suited, quite the opposite, but Mira’s usually so protective of me, I didn’t think she’d be able to see past what he did to me on Viktor’s behalf. It certainly took her a little while to warm to him. However, their mutual interests and obvious connection ultimately prevailed. I’ve never seen Mira so happy.
