Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 151

Wren

[Five Days Later]

"Call me when you're done, okay baby?" Ezra kisses me.

"I will."

He reaches over and plants a soft kiss on Hannah's cheek and she plants one on him too. "Bye daddy."

As we step out of his car, he holds my wrist gently and I'm compelled to sit back down.

Hannah's already yapping the three bikers ears off, and I bite back my grin.

"Sweetheart?" Ezra murmurs. "Feel free to splurge, okay? You see something you like, go for it. Don't look at the price tags."

I snort a chuckle. "I'm not going to splurge, babe. We're having a baby soon."

"I knew you'd say that which is why Judi's in charge of the card."

I gasp, exaggeratedly of course, eyes wide. "No, you didn't! Judi's a big spender."

"Which is an absolute delight considering we're planning our wedding." He winks. "Go all out, babe. We're not broke, neither are we poor."

Well, I know my fiancé is a few millions away from being a billionaire, but still. Anything can happen.

Sighing, I concede. "Okay."

"I'll be with Ray, AJ, Torch, Mitch and the guys."

"How about your fittings?"

"After we meet, we'll all head over for that." His eyes go soft. "I can't fucking wait to marry you, Wren."

"Me too."

After one more kiss, he finally lets me out of the car.

"You are fifteen minutes late, Wren!" Judi bursts out of the bridal boutique the minute Ezra zooms off, followed by the wedding planner we hired, Sasha.

I pull Judi into a hug. "I'm sorry, Judi. We woke up late and all."

"And you wasted extra time kissing your boyfriend in the car. If you think this hug is going to wane my anger, you're wrong!"

I laugh. "You can't be mad at the bride, though."

"Says who?"

"Alright ladies, we don't have all day." Sasha claps, then writes something on her iPad. When she looks up again, she pushes her glasses up her nose and frowns. "Well, let's go in."

Judi scoffs and we all head in, while I grab on Hannah's hand.

Sasha's very...strict. And very effective. Judi fights with her at almost every turn especially when she's interfering with the interior decor—Judi's specialty.

"Hi, welcome to Bridals Parlour." A really tall woman with really tall heels approaches us, her blonde hair in a tight bun.

For a second I wonder if she's got any circulation to her brain at all.

"I'm Kayla Evans." She smiles warmly, which somehow breaks the serious aura she has going on. Her cool green eyes meet mine. "You must be the bride, yes?"

I nod once. "I am. And this is my daughter, one of the flower girls."

"How stunning! Do we have a little bride?"

"Oh yes, yes." I turn to Judi. "Where's Quincy? Does she know we're fitting MaryAnne too?"

"I informed her. Be right back, let me give her a call." She walks away, hips swaying with her phone pressed up against her ear.

"While we wait for the little bride and other flower girls, we'll start with the 'Mrs'. Come on." Kayla turns and we follow behind, the bikers also trailing behind. "Do you have any idea the kind of dress you'd like?"

"Urm, well...I do have some inspo. from social media..."

"Perfect. Let's see it."

***

"I'm tired, mommy," Hannah whines for the fifth time. "When's daddy coming to pick us up? I want to go home."

MaryAnne's piercing cry bounces off the walls, as she squirms in Quincy's arms.

"No, no, no. That doesn't flatter your curves." Sasha shakes her head at the next dress I try, waving her hands dismissively.

Judi scours through the racks of dresses. "Don't you have something else?"

Sweat rolls down my back despite the air conditioning, my tummy rumbles for food.

I was unable to hold anything down in the morning, but I think it's time to put some food in.

"Oh my god, does someone know what's wrong with MaryAnne?" Quincy's frustration seeps through her words. She bounces MaryAnne on her lap, but it's not helping.

"Mommy, I want to go home," Hannah says again.

All of a sudden, Kayla, Judi and Sasha are talking over my head about dresses. Hannah's tugging on my arms, Quincy is looking to me for help and MaryAnne just keeps screaming.

My head feels on fire, my stomach hurts and I'm so tired, and cranky, and so fed up.

Oh god. Oh god.

I feel like I'm losing it.

Everything is overwhelming. So much noise, not enough air. It's past noon and I still haven't found a dress. We still have more places to check out including the event venue.

Tears prick the back of my eyes and without thinking, I drop to the ground and just...cry.

The tears fall in waves, my shoulders rack as I sob into my knees pulled up against my chest.

Suddenly, everyone goes quiet. Even MaryAnne stops crying. I feel the prick of their stares on my skin, but it only makes me cry harder.

After a long minute, I feel someone stand beside me, their presence casting a shadow.

"Wren?" Judi nudges me softly, pushing something against my ear. "Ezra's calling."

"Hey, baby." When I hear his voice, I can't hold the sob that spills from my lips. He inhales sharply, and the line goes quiet for a bit before he speaks again. "Who do I have to kill?"

"I...I still haven't f-found a dress," my voice breaks. "–and I'm s-so tired...I j-just...god...it's been hours. What if I never find m-my dress? What if I..."

"Breathe baby," he urges, interrupting my rambling. I take in a deep but shaky breath. "What do you need right now?"

"Food."

"I'm coming to get you and Hannah now, okay? We'll put some food in both of you, and then we'll come back and find your dress, alright?"

I sniffle. "Okay."

"Wipe your tears, sweetheart. I'll handle everything."

"Okay."

A napkin is pushes into my hands and I dab at my eyes, hiccuping.

"I love you," Ezra says.

"I love you."

"That's my girl. Give the phone to Hannah, please?"

The phone is taken out of my ear and finally, I look up. It's then I notice exactly how many pairs of eyes I have on me.

I'm sitting in the middle of the room, dressed in one of the wedding gowns I tried on, and hugging my knees to my chest.

I look like a damsel in distress.

How horrifying.

A thick blush spreads across my neck and cheeks especially when I see the humour in Judi and Quincy's eyes.

"Shut up!" I scold them.

Must be the pregnancy hormones...but I haven't told them yet.

When I sniffle, everyone breaks out into laughter. I'm so embarrassed, but still, I join in at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Alright!" Sasha claps as the laughter dies out. "Let's all take a break."

The only good thing about today is that at least we found beautiful dresses for Hannah and MaryAnne, my little bride.

Unluckily, my bridesmaids still need to go for their own fitting.

Before I can overthink it, Judi and Hannah help me up. "Sorry, mom. Do you feel better?" Hannah asks, peering up at me as she hands me my phone.

I take it. "I do. Thank you, sweetheart."

We pack up our things, Hannah and I, and engage in conversation with Quincy and Judi until Ezra calls again to tell us he's outside.

The bikers lead us through the boutique and out of the door. My heart swells with relief when I see him leaning against his car, sun glasses resting atop his head.

He looks like he just waltzed out of a magazine, all dark outfits and tantalizing aura.

His arms spread wide and Hannah and I both walk into them. "My gorgeous girls," he praises, kissing the top of our heads.

I melt into his embrace, relishing in his scent.

Ezra opens the car for us and we get in. The bikers mount their bikes.

The car purrs softly and he turns to us. "What are you both in the mood for?"

"Burger and fries!" Hannah grins. "And a really large bowl of ice cream."

"And how about mommy?"

I shrug. "I don't know, chicken wings?"

"Just that?"

"Mhm."

"Are you sure—"

We're interrupted when his phone rings quite obnoxiously. He fiddles with something in the car, and connects the phone to it.

"Ezzy." Mitch's voice comes in. "We found Donovan."

My head flips around so fast, I nearly get a whiplash. Ezra shakes his head at me, and I bite my tongue to keep my mouth shut.

"That was fast."

"He's not sleek. So what do you say? We pay him a visit or?"

"I'll get back to you. Have you told Ray?"

"Yeah." Ray's voice comes in. "We're together."

I have so many questions. I thought they went for fittings.

Ezra hums. "Alright, I'll call you in the next two hours. Thank you, Mitch."

"It's nothing."

"We will definitely pay him a visit...soon."

And the call ends.

I fix my eyes on Ezra. "You are not going there, Ezra. That's dangerous."

"Darling," he squeezes my thigh and glances briefly at me. "I'll be fine."

After everything, it's so fucking hard to believe that.