Page 35 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

Before we came down to the party, Bedlam pulled the collar we gave Heather months ago out of the small jewelry box which used to be on her dresser in Sweetwater Valley. He held it out to her, a mischievous grin on his face.

“I think this is the perfect accessory to complete your outfit.”

Heather slid a hand down over her hip where there were some patches of fake leather on her maternity leggings and smirked as the ring that we gave her moments before sparkled. “I thought my ring was the perfect accessory,” she sassed.

Bedlam barked out a laugh and then opened her collar. “It is, but so is this.”

He kissed her neck after he had it fastened in place and our woman held her head high as we made our way into the common room. I was thrilled when the brothers all greeted her with smiles, but I didn’t expect anything less.

I was a little more worried about how the old ladies would react, but Wrenley bounced right over and gave Heather a big hug and then gushed over how amazing she looks while being pregnant. The other old ladies, including Cherise, Lucifer’s woman, were just as warm and welcoming.

I wasn’t the only one who breathed a sigh of relief. Heather relaxed the longer the women were around her. Their sincerity was clear to see, and my woman started glowing because of it.

Some of the angels have been glaring at her, but they’ve also been wary and looking a little confused. When Lucifer catches my eye and gives me a chin lift, a giddy feeling goes through me. We’re about to dispel all the confusion the angels, or anyone else, might have.

As I head toward our woman, Bedlam and Viper join me. I practically fucking preen when Heather’s eyes roam over us with obvious appreciation.

“Damn girl,” Wrenley stage whispers, “one is potent enough, but you’ve got three? I’m not sure if I should be in awe of you or jealous.”

Prodigal steps up behind his wife and wraps an arm around her waist to tug her back against his chest. “Awe, for sure, wife, because there is no way I’m sharing you.”

“We aren’t sharing her either,” Bedlam drawls, his eyes intent on our woman who is turning a pretty shade of pink. He holds out a hand for her and she takes it without hesitation. He looks up and winks at Prodigal. “At least not with anyone other than us.”

Prodigal barks out a laugh and bends down to whisper something in Wrenley’s ear that has her swatting at his shoulder as we lead our woman toward the middle of the room. The way she bites her bottom lip tells me she’s nervous, but she has no reason to be.

“Don’t worry, Cherub,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re wearing our ring and carrying our child. Nothing bad will ever touch you.”

When she looks at me, I can see the love in her hazel eyes. And the trust.

There aren’t any more secrets between us and all the walls that held us apart in the past have been obliterated. There’s only us and the future we’ll have.

Bedlam puts his fingers in his mouth and lets out an ear-splitting whistle that has the music being turned off and everyone turning our way. Almost everyone in the room must know what is about to happen. Our brothers all have big smiles on their faces along with the old ladies.

“Holy shit,” Heather breathes, “I didn’t know you could do that. You’re going to need to teach me.”

Bedlam chuckles and kisses her softly. She glances around the room, but no one really bats an eye. Well, except for the angels whose eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their heads.

“While the three of us were prospects,” Viper starts, “we started a relationship with Heather, but knew we couldn’t offer her everything she deserves. We had to wait until we were patched in, if it happened. Because we didn’t tell her our plans, which was stupid on our part, she didn’t know we planned to claim her as ours the moment we could.”

“When she found out she was pregnant,” Bedlam takes over, “she decided she needed some distance from us. We don’t blame her or hold that choice against her. There should have never been a doubt in her mind of how much we loved and needed her.”

“Even though we had to wait to go and find her since I was the last who might earn my patch,” I look at her and see her eyes glassy with tears, “we knew it was only a matter of time.” I rub a hand over her belly. We were surprised to find out she was pregnant, but we couldn’t be more thrilled.”

Cheers erupt in the room at the mention of our little one. I’m smiling so wide my cheeks start to hurt, but being in this room with my family feels so damn good.

“We asked our woman to marry us earlier tonight and she said yes,” Bedlam shouts over the cheering which only makes it ramp up again.

Heather holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers to show off her ring. Fuck, she’s adorable.

Trent, one of the prospects, hands something to Viper and he holds it up for everyone, but especially Heather, to see. Instead of speaking to the room, he directs his words to our woman. “We already claimed you around the table and you’re going to be our wife, but you need one more thing to make it official. Your cut.”

Heather covers her mouth with her hand and starts to nod. There’s no need for a question here. There never really was. This was the way it was always supposed to be.

I’m still kicking myself for putting it off. I could continue to blame myself for insisting we wait, even though we didn’t have much of a choice. It doesn’t matter now.

Because we’re here.

The three of us help pull her cut up and over her shoulders. The leather caresses her curves perfectly.

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