Free Rebound Biker by Bijou Hunter

wedding that looks like something out of a damn magazine.
I don't feel out of place since she uses the colors of my club as inspiration.
She makes sure to include my family and friends in the ceremony, making it a
perfect blend between her world and mine.
    Meredith
is never more beautiful than when walking down the aisle wearing a big grin.
Her smile promises we'll have one helluva life together.
    After
our quickie relationship leading to the altar, I still have a lot to learn
about Meredith. My brother even warns me that those little surprises might be
deal breakers. Instead, they prove we're perfect together.
    I'm
not the kind of guy who worries about bills and financial crap. Meredith loves
keeping track of those things. She has spreadsheets and electronic reminders to
ensure everything remains paid.
    When
our three kids come along, Meredith is just as organized. The babies are born
early in our marriage with only sixteen months between each of them. Most days,
Meredith has no trouble juggling our new family and her career. As they get
older though, she gets overwhelmed at times with the chaos. Daddy to the
rescue. I love the wild times, barely hearing most of the noise after so
many years with my nieces and nephews. My three aren't nearly as loud when I
take them to playgrounds or Grammy's house to allow Mom a break. Those nights
when I return with the kids, we find a recharged Meredith. She laughs more at
the kids' shenanigans. She also thanks me in very energetic ways once the kids
are asleep.
    Unlike
my ex-girlfriends, Meredith never makes me feel like a hero by saving her from
the simple things in life. I'm a hero just by making her laugh with one of my
throwaway comments, by caring for our children, or by making her toes curl. She
doesn't need saving. No, Meredith just needs me.

Epilogue
    Meredith
    How
It All Ends
    Winston's
nerves remain unsettled until our honeymoon in New Orleans. I'll never
understand why he thought I might run, but he finally accepts I'm right where I
want to be. Our week in the Big Easy is the epitome of decadence. We do nothing
except eat, drink, and fuck. The one time we attempt a walking tour, we end up
stopping for catfish and ending up back in bed at the hotel.
    Returning
home, we quickly put the house for sale and look for a new place. I want a
house with all the fancy fixtures. Winston craves an older house with space and
character. We compromise when he convinces me to buy a fixer upper and promises
he'll remodel it to my liking. By the time our first son is born, the house has
all the character he likes and all the shiny newness I crave. The house has a
workshop with space for his Harleys and a mancave. I'm more interested in the
fancy kitchen where I keep my stash of Skittles.
    We
also find a compromise when naming our children. No Captain America or G.I.
Joe, but we do choose solidly male names. Mitchell and Gregory seem less likely
than their father to run into girls with the same names. Our final child is a
girl and Winston figures Princess Barbie should work. We spend nine months
bouncing around names. The boys are big fans of Jessie like from Toy Story .
Winston fears his little princess will end up in a class with a boy Jesse. He's
obsessed with this fear, so we name her Grace. I figure she's unlikely to meet
a penis-sporting Grace.
    Three
kids is a lot, but Winston and I make a great team. I'm the organized mom while
he's at the roughhousing dad. I teach the kids to cook. He teaches them to fix
cars. The kids grow up knowing both of our clubs, respecting both big balls and
bigger bank accounts.
    Bethany finally uses the Dentist's name after he eats a brownie she baked then doesn't
brush for an entire hour. They're married a year later and I'm soon blessed
with a niece and nephew sporting excellent teeth and an affinity for snide
comments. Zulma is thrilled to have mommy play dates and real girls' nights
out. We even enjoy family vacations together to