Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“I have the man I love,” I tell him, letting my lips rub against his bearded chin. It’s not really a kiss, but it makes me happy. His beard is finally soft and full again. For a long time, he couldn’t have one because of all the healing his face had to have. I love his beard. I rub my face against it and then I kiss his lips briefly. I have to have that contact—I crave it.
“You deserve better, Angel. Not a broken down piece of a man with one eye and a permanent limp.”
“Will you stop? It’s because of me this all happened to begin with. I was so lost in my memories that I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face and look what it cost you!”
“Is that why you’re with me? Pity?”
“Are you kidding me right now, Logan?”
“Angel, look at me. Not to mention, I couldn’t even make love to you this morning. It was your birthday and all I could do was roll around in bed… hurting.”
“I’ll have you know I’ve had the best birthday I’ve ever had today. And do I have to remind you that you made love to me last night?”
“It’s not the same and I don’t see what’s so great about it. You even had to go with Fury into town because I wasn’t able.”
I sigh. If there’s one dark spot in our lives, it’s the fact that Wolf is still on the loose and until he’s caught, Devil and I live with someone watching over us. Today Fury went with me and one of the club’s prospects hung around here to watch Devil’s back while he was sleeping. I know that hurts Devil’s ego too. No man likes to feel like they can’t take care of themselves and the ones they love.
“So you’ll make love to me tonight. I feel like celebrating,” I tell him.
“There’s not much to celebrate,” he growls and tries to pull away from me. I don’t let him.
“I think there is. Logan—”
“What are you going to do if I go blind in the one eye I have left? What if my back gets worse and I lose the ability to walk? What if—”
I press my lips to him, to stop his tirade.
“What if you become the best father in the world?” I ask him when I pull away.
“I don’t—” I wait for what I’ve said to sink in. It doesn’t take long. “Torrent?” he asks.
“You’re going to be a father, Logan.”
“I… Shit…”
“Please tell me you’re happy.”
“I… I am…Shit baby, I’ve got a lot to heal from still.”
“So you’ll do it. You’ll do it for me, for us and you’ll do it for our child.”
“You have a lot of faith in me…” he whispers.
“That’s because you’ve never let me down, Logan. Not once. You always held on to me and I’m never letting go of you.”
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, Logan. We were made for each other you know,” I tell him.
“We were?” he asks and I grin.
“An Angel and a Devil? Of course we were,” I tell him with a grin. “Hey! Where are we going?” I ask when he pulls on my hand and starts walking back toward the house.
“Going to take my Angel back to our bedroom and celebrate her birthday right,” he says with a big smile, the sadness he had earlier gone for now. His grin makes me laugh and I follow him… because really… I’d follow Logan anywhere…forever.
Epilogue
Devil
Six weeks after finding out Torrent was pregnant
“What are you doing, Logan?”
“Kissing my pregnant wife’s belly?” he grins, looking up at me.
“There sure is enough of it to kiss. Logan Junior is making his mommy as big as the side of a house.”
“Bullshit. You look beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am,” I argue and fuck if that isn’t the truth. I always knew what I felt for Torrent was special, but every day it gets better and better.
“Easy for you to say. I’m barely four months and I already look like I’m carrying twins.”
“Maybe the sonogram was wrong,” I joke and the quick look of panic on Torrent’s face makes me laugh.
“No way, mister! I can only handle one Devil boy at a time.”
“At a time, so you are saying there will be more?” I ask her, kissing her belly again.
“Hopefully, though I would like a little girl in there somewhere,” she says, her voice soft.
“I can work with that,” I tell her.
I let my scarred hand slide over the soft swell of her stomach with amazement. A feeling of complete contentment fills me. I’m happy. That’s something that has never been in question since the moment that Torrent told me she was pregnant. I still have a lot of healing to do, and I won’t exactly ever be pleasant to look at to some people, but Torrent doesn’t mind. She loves me and every day she proves that more and more. She’s all that matters. The rest of the world can kiss my ass. I’ll keep fighting and I will heal and I’ll do it because I have the world and when a man gets that kind of gift, he doesn’t let it go.