Several days later, we held a short memorial service for Tony. It was nice, even if it was small. It was just the two of us, but I think it was better for her that way. I knew she needed to pay her respects to her brother, and what she was feeling was complicated. She wasn’t really up for it, but I knew she would be glad she did it in the end. She needed closure before we could move on with our lives together.
It had been two months since that day, and I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in such a short time. Allie had sold her condo and moved in with me. I’d patched her in as my Old Lady, and she’d begun spending more time getting to know the club. They had quickly realized why I’d fallen in love with her and welcomed her into our family without reservation. She’d just started planning our wedding, and she couldn’t have been more excited. I knew things were moving fast, but I wanted a family with her and I wasn’t going to wait.
“Do you want chocolate cake? Or vanilla? Oooh oooh, or strawberry! Or red velvet? Oh wait! I know, I know, each tier could be a different flavor! Babe? Babe, are you listening to me?” she prodded as I pretended to focus on the football game. She was so cute when she got excited about this wedding shit, and I loved tormenting her. “Kane!”
“‘Sup, baby?” I chuckled, never taking my eyes off the TV.
“Cake, Kane! We are talking about cake!” she shouted as a pillow collided with the side of my head. “What flavor cake do you want??”
“Woman…you’re gonna pay for that,” I said as I stood up slowly from the couch and tugged up the waistband of my jeans. “I’m gonna get that ass,” I laughed as I darted toward her.
“Nononononono!” she screeched as she started to run away from me. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just needed to know what flavor!” she giggled as she headed towards the stairs.
She looked back in time to see me grab my crotch and shout, “Oh, I’ll show you what flavor!” Panicked laughter filled the room as I caught up with her and tossed her over my shoulder.
The End