Page 62 of Rambler's Snow Bunny
EPILOGUE
Christmas Eve
“Hold still.”Cleo’s tongue pokes out the side of her mouth as she adds the finishing touches to my makeup. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and I’m trying my hardest not to move. “Almost done.”
I sit perched on the edge of a folding chair in the clubhouse bathroom, surrounded by my girls. Demi is leaning against the wall, scrolling through her phone, while McKenna adjusts the straps of her sparkly red dress in the mirror.
“There!” Cleo takes a step back, admiring her handiwork. “Perfect.”
I open my eyes and turn to look in the mirror. My breath catches in my throat. “Holy crapballs.”
My hair is back to its natural honey blonde now—no more pink—and falls in soft waves around my shoulders. My makeup is subtle but festive, with a touch of gold shimmer on my lids and a deep red lip that matches my dress.
“You like?” Cleo’s eyebrows shoot up in question.
“I love it.” I spin around, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Thank you.”
She hugs me back, careful not to mess up either of our hair. “No problem, sweetie.”
Demi glances up from her phone. “We should probably head out there. The guys are getting antsy.”
McKenna snorts, checking her lipstick one last time. “When are they not antsy?”
I smooth down the front of my dress, feeling nervous butterflies in my stomach. It’s the Bastard Saints’ Christmas party, and everyone is here. Plus, I have a special gift for Aaron tonight—one that can’t be wrapped and put under the tree.
My hand drifts unconsciously to my still-flat stomach.
I’m pregnant.
The test confirmed it three days ago, but I’ve kept it a secret, wanting to surprise Aaron tonight. After everything we’ve been through in the last few months, this feels like a Christmas miracle.
“You okay?” Demi’s brows pull together, her eyes tracking the movement of my hand.
I jerk my hand away from my belly and nod quickly. “Yeah. Just nervous.”
“About what?” McKenna’s head tilts to the side, her dark eyes studying me. “It’s just a Christmas party. You look hot as hell, and that man of yours won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
I force a smile. “You’re right. Let’s go.”
The four of us file out of the bathroom and into the main room of the clubhouse. The transformation from biker hangout to winter wonderland is nothing short of miraculous. Twinkling lights hang from the ceiling, a massive Christmas tree dominates one corner, and red and green decorations cover nearly every surface.
“Wow,” I breathe, taking it all in. “It’s beautiful.”
“It better be,” Cleo huffs, adjusting one of her purple curls. “We spent all day decorating.”
My eyes scan the room, automatically searching for Aaron. I spot him by the bar, talking with Denali and Pee Wee. As if feeling my eyes on him, he looks up, his eyes locking with mine across the room. His conversation stops mid-sentence, his jaw going slack.
My heart does a little flip at the sight of him. Even after all these months, he still has that effect on me.
He’s wearing dark jeans and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off the tattoos on his forearms. His dark hair is cut in a fresh fade, and his beard is neatly trimmed.
He looks so dang handsome tonight.
I watch as he excuses himself from the conversation and makes his way toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. People step out of his path, knowing better than to get between a man on a mission.
“Butterfly,” he breathes when he reaches me, his large hands coming up to frame my face. “You look incredible.”
I lean into his touch, smiling up at him. “You clean up pretty nice yourself, honey.”
