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I had no idea what regular weddings were like, but ours was fucking perfect. Literally could not be happier.

“Okay!” Nate shouted, getting everyone’s attention now that we were back at our vehicles. He pointed at the barn and wrapped an arm around Xavi’s neck. “We have a wedding gift.”

“What? How?” Devon scoffed.

“It better not be a goat,” I said, knowing new kids had been born in that barn last week.

“It’s not a goat,” Xavi laughed.

“I kind of want a goat,” Devon said. “They’d be cheaper than a lawn mower.”

“We don’t have a lawn.”

“How’d you afford a gift?” Devon asked, apparently unable to let the money thing go.

“Harris,” Xavi said. “He felt like he owed us one.” That seemed shady, but I let it slide. “Stay here.” They ran off together.

Devon snaked an arm around my waist while we waited. My dad walked up to us, holding up an envelope. “While they’re getting that, I wanted to give you guys this.” He handed me the envelope. “It’s not much, but I hope it gets you started together.”

I opened the envelope to see a wad of cash. Maybe two grand. I closed it. “No. I can’t take this.”

Dad smiled. “I owe you a hell of a lot more than that from over the years. I’m doing fine now. Easier to save when you aren’t snorting, gambling, and drinking all your cash. Take it. Maybe it can help you guys get into a new home.” The look in his eyes said he wanted to do this for us.

“Thank you, Seth,” Devon said. “Thank you.”

I nodded at my dad, grateful. Mom still sipped wine through her straw, unaware of what was going on with us. Jesus.

Then Devon smacked me on the shoulder. “What the actual fuck!” he gasped. “What the fuck?!”

I echoed his sentiments in my head, seeing Nate and Xavi come out of the barn.

“So much better than a goat!"

“Happy wedding day, motherfuckers!”

They pushed dirt bikes. Our dirt bikes. Our old motocross bikes.

Holy fuck. This really was the best day of my life.

“I know I should be all happy and shit that we’re married, Madd, but…”

“Yeah,” I agreed, drooling with him over our bikes. “Ride?”

“Double meaning?” he asked, grinning at me.

“Fuck yes.”

We ran towards the bikes that started our feud in the first place. Fitting to get them back on our wedding day. I had no idea what Harris did to get these for us, but I’d forever be grateful to Nate and Xavi for bringing us back the one healthy vice we had.

We straddled our bikes, basically came at the sound of their engines, and ripped out of our wedding on two wheels and an adrenaline high.

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Epilogue

-DEVON-

I cursed under my breath when Maddox scared the shit out of me. The back of my head banged off the underside of the sink, and I dropped my wrench into a dirty bucket of water.

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