Willa regained her composure, not wanting the children to see her cry.

 She gave a hiccupping laugh. “I don’t know about that. I didn’t like you very much when Jenna was your girlfriend.”

 Lucky straightened up, staring into her eyes. “Jenna was never my girlfriend. I’ve only had three girlfriends my whole life. One was Ava, whom I dated in high school and thought I was going to marry. Beth was the second, and you were my third and still are the only one I ever loved.”

 “Your fingers are crossed.” Willa looked down at his hands. “I’m not the only one you loved.”

 Lucky stared at her seriously, his eyes hurt. “I can prove it.”

 He shifted, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. Willa watched curiously as he opened it and pulled out a thin strip of paper before he showed it to her.

 Willa’s mouth dropped open in surprise. She had wondered on and off for years what had happened to the pictures from the photo booth.

 “You’ve had them?”

 “Yes, I took them because I didn’t want you to see them.” Lucky’s voice was filled with emotion.

 She stared at the pictures, barely glancing at herself. Instead, she was focused on the raw emotion on Lucky’s face that she had been too shy to recognize when they had been in the photo booth.

 His face was filled with hunger, which was what she had remembered from that night, but one captured the love that he couldn’t hide for a split second.

 “Lucky…”

 “You have been and always will be my only love,” Lucky choked out, sliding the pictures back inside his wallet.

 “I want those.”

 “Nope, they’re mine, just like you are.” He grinned, leaning forward to brush back her hair then placing a possessive kiss behind her ear on the micro tattoo of a swan.

 Willa gazed up at his perfect face that grew more handsome each year they were married. Her husband would always be beautiful, both inside and out.

 “Tonight at dinner, we’ll tell the children they can have a puppy,” Willa relented then quickly added, “a normal dog from the pound.”

 “All right, but I’m still going to get her trained by Colt.”

 Willa liked the thought of the children having a canine protector watching over them. It would be painful at first, but it was time to let the children have one to bond with and grow alongside them.

 “Here, let me hold him for a while.”

 Willa handed Lucky his child.

 “He’s as heavy as a couple of bricks already,” Lucky boasted proudly, gazing down at his son like he had all his children, filled with love.

 This child, she could tell, already held a special place in his heart. They had named him Hunter. Lucky swore his name would make him a mighty hunter for the Lord, but Willa knew exactly who their son was named after.

 “My lucky number seven.”

Books By Jamie Begley:

 The Last Riders Series:

 Razer’s Ride

 Viper’s Run

 Knox’s Stand

 Shade’s Fall

 Cash’s Fight

 Shade

 Lucky’s Choice

 Biker Bitches Series:

 Sex Piston

 Fat Louise

 The VIP Room Series:

 Teased

 Tainted

 King

 Predators MC Series:

 Riot

 Stand Off

 The Dark Souls Series:

 Soul Of A Man

 Soul Of A Woman