Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 149

Wren

[Three Years Later]

The plane touches down in New Orleans airport and I can't hide the smile on my face.

"Hannah bug, get your things," Ezra instructs.

Hannah huffs and rolls her eyes. "Mom, can you tell dad to stop calling me 'Hannah bug'? Jeez, it's embarrassing, and we're in public."

I snort, chuckling at our not-so-little sassy-queen as she grabs her small carry-on and begins marching out of the plane.

As usual, Ezra frowns at me. "She used to love that name."

"She's eleven now," I tell him. "I think 'Hannah' is just fine, baby."

"She might be eleven but she's still my baby."

We step out of the plane and Ezra takes our bags at the baggage claim before we head out of the airport.

The moment we step out of the doors, we're greeted in the New Orleans MC fashion. More than a dozen bikes flank two sleek, black cars.

I see Ray, Quincy, Torch and Lizzy holding up placards that embarrass me yet also make me happy.

It reads: 'Welcome back, soon-to-be newly-weds. Mr and Mrs Jax!'

Ezra's low chuckle sounds from beside me. "You guys are ridiculous!"

As Quin and Lizzy run up to me, Ray and Ezra pull themselves into bro hugs.

And the engines rev loudly in a make-shift cheer. Bikers hoot and holler, honks sounding loudly.

We're definitely causing a scene, but when has that ever stopped them?

I still remember when they did this the first time I came to New Orleans after Seattle. Ezra had told me they wouldn't be a motorcycle club if they didn't go all out like this.

At that time, I thought he was an annoying little shit.

Now, look at us, we're getting married in two weeks.

Yes, we're back in New Orleans for the biggest event of both our lives, our wedding.

Invites have been sent and things have already begun to be put in place. We decided that having an MC wedding is the best way to go, surrounded by family, and the life we've always been a part of.

Quincy and Lizzy almost crush me with their hugs, thankfully, they pull away just as quickly.

"Look at you!" Quincy gushes. "You're glowing!"

Heat creeps up my cheeks. "Thank you. You look amazing too, both of you."

They really do.

Quincy got a bob cut which looks so amazing on her—that I'm contemplating doing the same for mine—and Lizzy? She's got the pregnancy glow.

Her skin is brighter, hair healthier.

"Pregnancy looks good on you, Liz." I pull her into another hug.

Lizzy and Torch have eventually gotten together. It took a lot, especially when Lizzy's ex boyfriend showed up, but I'm so happy for them.

They eloped, and got married in Vegas. It shocked all of us.

From the corner of my eye, I see Hannah slip into one of the cars with Clay holding the door open for her.

"Where's my MaryAnne and Bryan?" I look around, expecting the toddlers to jump out any second.

Quincy and Ray got pregnant after their wedding two years ago, and she gave birth to a little baby boy.

Unfortunately, we're yet to meet Bryan.

"They're in the car," she replies. "We hired a nanny, and it's been so relieving."

"I can imagine. I'm so happy to see you guys."

"We've missed you," Lizzy pouts.

"Chirp!" Ray calls, grinning at me.

With my own smile, I walk into his outstretched arms, and hug my brother. His scent nearly brings tears to my eyes.

"Raymond, gosh." I pull back and grin some more. "You've been scarce."

He nods. "Yes, sorry about that. Things got a little heated at the clubhouse."

"Mhm. Ezra mentioned it, but he didn't give me the details."

He ruffles my hair. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." His eyes dart around. "Where's Hannah? And Andrea?"

"Hannah's in one of those cars," I jerk my thumb. "Definitely the one with your kids. And Andrea landed two days ago, she's with Beth."

"Right, right. It slipped my mind."

"That's fine."

I take in the rows of bikes again and shake my head. "Are these all the raven reapers bikers?"

Torch laughs and takes my carry on. "Not even close."

"Come on–" Ray swings an arm over my shoulder, "let's get you both home."

***

"Aren't you a cutie?" I blow a raspberry on Bryan's tummy and his bubbly giggles ring out. "Aren't you a little chubby, ginger-haired baby?"

And I do it again.

A full belly giggle bursts out from him, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes with how hard he's laughing.

He looks so much like Raymond except for the ginger hair that seems to be the most dominant gene.

"Gain-gain!" He orders in 'baby-talk'—which I interpret as 'again'—as he bounces on my lap.

I obey, laughing when he asks me to do it again for the third time.

"Quincy, he's going to take all my strength," I complain, exaggerating a huff.

She snorts. "I warned you, didn't I?"

"You did."

Torch had taken his pregnant woman home a few hours ago, and slowly the house emptied out except for Ray and Quincy.

"Is Judi coming?" She takes Bryan from me and sets him with MaryAnne and Hannah.

"Yes." I nod. "She had to tie up a few strings at work so she'll be here either tomorrow or the day after."

"Okay."

"Thank you so much for cleaning the house for us, it's so good coming home to a dust-free house."

"Oh, it's nothing. We were unoccupied."

"Still, I appreciate it."

We're back in Ezra's house and I am so exhuasted but Quincy and the kids are still here. Ray and Ezra are talking outside the house, they've been talking for at least forty-minutes now.

My eyes fall shut softly when I lean back on the sofa, sinking into the softness with a groan.

"We really should let you guys rest. You've had a long flight."

I pop open an eye. "That is an understatement."

Patting my thighs, I stand up. "Let's go get our men, every other thing can be arranged after we rest, please."

"Don't mind Ray, he doesn't know how to read the room."

A small smile cracks across my face and I rub my belly with a yawn before walking to the front door while Quincy gathers the kids with Hannah's help.

Their voices carry gently in the wind, and just as I get close enough, I pick out a some words that cause my blood to freeze.

"...Donovan," Ray says, "...spotted...thought he died..."

My heart jolts, stomach sinking.

After what happened, no one heard of him. We knew Tristan survived the shots to his legs but currently disabled.

But Donovan...he just...disappeared.

No trace.

No word.

I thought he died. We all thought he died, but now?

Some part of me wants to believe it's all a coincidence, that there's another Donovan I don't know about.

Yet deep down, I know it's not a coincidence.

Donovan is alive...

And something tells me he's been bidding his time.

Well then, Wren, welcome back to New Orleans.

I don't think I missed this part of it.