Camden struts back in and before I can ask him another question he smashes his lips to mine.
“I got a fight, in seven months in Vegas with Jake ‘The Snake’,” he mouths against my lips. I pull away from him, elation taking over. “Oh my god! That is big!”
“The world needs to see that I’m the MMA heavyweight out of Chicago, not him.” His confidence turns me on so much I rub my thighs together to keep my wet panties from sticking to me.
“Wait, what is the date?” I ask, our wedding is in seven months.
“March twentieth.”
“Babe, that’s the day of the wedding?” My eyes widen as I point that tidbit of information out.
His face falls, panic setting in.
“Shit, I can—” I grab his wrist, calming him.
“It’s perfect.” I can see our wedding photos now, a busted lip and bruised cheek. “We will have a quick Vegas wedding, and have a big ceremony here in Chicago with friends and family,” I suggest, not wanting to do all of this big wedding crap anyway. This was all Camden’s idea.
“You sure?”
Grabbing his face I pull him to me.
“Positive.”
Epilogue
Seven Months Later
I watch Camden fight in the ring. His body is sweaty, his muscles bulging as he circles the ring. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. We’ve been training side by side every day for the last six months. We found a trainer in LA and flew them to Chicago to prepare Camden and I. Camden for this fight, and I have a fight next month in Detroit. WE are doing it. We are making dreams come true. We just had to have each other to make it happen.
The crowd is going wild, chanting Camden’s name as he takes ‘Jake the Snake’ to the ground. I stand on my toes, my fingers crossed as I watch Camden.
Camden stills as he straddles Jake on the floor. He looks to the side, looking for me. His extra push.
I shove past the MFC crew and into the stage lights where he can see me. I give my nod, and it’s all he needs. He flips Jake into a Rear Naked Chokehold and Jake instantly taps out. Camden jumps to his feet in victory.
“YOU DID IT!!” I scream jumping up and down in my spot.
Camden doesn’t even wait for the referee to raise his hand and declare him the winner. He rushes out of the octagon and raises me in the air.
“This is the only trophy I need.”
Hours later
Camden
My nose stinging, possibly broken, I hold Tate’s hand in my own. She looks gorgeous in a short white cocktail dress. Her hair tousled and sitting on her shoulders she looks amazing. Perfect for Vegas. I run my gaze from her body to her bare feet, her white heels sitting haphazardly next to her.
“Fuck I love you.”
Taking my eyes off her feet I look up, finding Tate’s face pale, her eyes looking at the minster. I realize then I interrupted him in the middle of his homily.
“Sorry,” I mumble lowering my head. Looking up through hooded eyes I find Tate smiling back at me. That look I love so much staring back at me.
“I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Taking her face I kiss her hard. My tongue demanding entry and taking over.
Her hands clasp my cheeks as she kisses me back just as hard.
The minster coughs and I pull from Tate, and take her hand in mine.
Her red and white diamonds blinding me from the evening sun shining through the chapel.
“If you will move to your left you can get some pictures, it’s a part of your package,” one of the employees states, pointing the way before calling in the next couple to get married.
Tate
Camden picks me up bride style and the little short Mexican woman takes our picture. We look a mess I’m sure, but I love it. I couldn’t imagine this any other way. When I kissed Camden in the tree that day, I knew that he would be the last guy I’d ever kiss.
I can honestly say I am the happiest I’ve ever been.
Journey is in therapy and in college for an art degree.
Dad and I are closer than ever; he is always giving me advice on fighting and healing. I’ve even made him a part of my team. He’s at every fight.
Camden and I train together, and travel together. We are inseparable and do everything together. He has my back, and I have his.
“Oh my gosh, that was so beautiful!” Chloe cries sashaying out of the chapel. Her dark hair is pinned up with red flowers, and her red dress is barely covering her monster tits. She looks beautiful though.
“Would you quit it?” I throw my hand at her. She’s so dramatic.
“Bitch, that shit is beautiful, let me have my moment,” she points at me, and I can’t help but laugh.
It was just going to be Camden and I getting hitched in Vegas, but Chloe wouldn’t let go of her role as my bridesmaid. She’s watched Camden and I grow since we were kids so I couldn’t deny her being here.
Her eyes drop landing on my feet. “Where the hell are your shoes?” I look down with her, finding my bare toes wiggling back.
“I don’t know, somewhere. I wore the dress, give me a break.”