**Sorry this chapter is coming to you guys so late! I just totally spaced out while doing homework and running various other errands today! The title of this chapter is in another language, if you can figure out which language you'll get a nose kiss thru the internet from me :-). I hope you guys enjoy the update!**

Evan's POV

"Scar, we need to talk." I whispered, watching as his face grew distressed. "It's not about the past, actually the exact opposite. We need to talk about what's going to happen after we're married. I won't bring a child into this world not knowing if you're going to come home to me safely after you leave for a fight. I know I've let it slide thus far, but I can't handle that. You fight three or four times a week and it kills me. I've never said anything because we weren't as serious as we are now, and also because we had other issues, but I'm saying it now. I don't want you fighting anymore." I demanded, my body tensing up as I waited for his reaction.

"I can't just give that part of my life up, baby. It's the only reason I'm standing here in front of you today in the house that I built with my own two hands. I would've been shot fucking dead by now had it not been for fighting. I won't fight, but I can't give it up. That will always be a part of who I am, Evangeline." He reasoned before crossing his arms.

I mulled over what he said for a few minutes. Was it unfair of me to ask him to let go of something so important to him? Yes. But was it within reason to ask him to stop putting his fucking life in danger for the sake of our future kids and myself? Also yes.

"I don't see how you can keep that part of your life without fighting." I answered, genuinely curious as to how he would plan on staying involved without actually getting in the ring himself.

"I've had a couple of kids ask me to train them. Some of em' are just little babies who have no idea what they're doing, but they just need something to keep them off the streets and out of trouble. This gives me a purpose in life. It makes me feel needed. Not saying that you don't do both of those things for me baby, because you do, but I feel like this way I'm righting all the wrongs I've done in life." He finished, breathing heavily as he worked himself up. Clearly, he's been thinking about this for a while, and it's obviously something he's passionate about.

"Okay." I whispered out.

"Wait, really?" He asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yes, but only if you never step foot into the ring outside of training ever again." I warned.

"And you'll give me a kid?" He questioned, voice filled with hope. I just nodded in response as all the tension in his body left.

"Then consider it done." He stated before coming to crouch down in front of me as I continued rocking in the chair.

"How long are you going to make me wait until you let me get you pregnant?" He cheekily inquired. I just rolled my eyes as a smile made it's way to my face.

"Until after we're good and married." I said in a no nonsense tone, letting him know I wasn't budging on this at all. He smirked, knowing that I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Then let's pick a date. Right here, right now." He suggested, excitement lacing his tone.

"Fine, but you're still helping me plan the entire thing." I retorted. He loudly groaned before nuzzling his face into my stomach. We sat in this position for a while until the doorbell unexpectedly rang. Scar's head shot up as we shared looks of utter confusion.

"Who the hell could be here?" I asked Scar.

He shook his head, "I don't know. It can't be any of my guys because the build is finished. I did list this address as my primary residence last week because I was hoping we could move in as soon as possible, but I haven't told anyone yet." He explained before getting up and slowly making his way towards the front door. He checked the peephole before he brow became heavily wrinkled with worry.

"Evangeline, go back upstairs into our bedroom and lock the door. Don't come out until I come and get you." He rushed out. My heart began beating a mile a minute at his words.

"Scar-" I began to protest before he cut me off.

"Evangeline, now!" He hissed, eyeing me with a warning glint in his eyes. I gulped before dashing up the stairs and doing as he said. My heart was in my throat as time seemed to drag on in silence - there wasn't a single yell or crash. I couldn't help myself as I held my breath and carefully unlocked and pushed the door back open. I crept towards the stairway and strained my ears to hear the conversation that was taking place.

I grew impatient as I couldn't hear anything from where I stood. I took a few deep breaths before taking the stairs one step at a time. When I reached the bottom, I softly padded across the foyer and to the edge of the living room. Peeking my head around, I felt my heart stop beating in my chest as I made direct eye contact with a huge burly man leaning against the kitchen island. I shot back as I rested against the wall, my chest rising and falling as I felt the adrenaline rush through my body as my fight or flight senses kicked in.

A deep chuckle rumbled through the large, empty space causing me to squeeze my eyes tightly shut as a single tear trickled down my face.

"I think we have a little fly on the wall." The man said, a slight tinge of an accent in his voice as he spoke.

"Evangeline." I heard Scar's familiar voice call - though I couldn't help but note it sounded oddly similar to the previous man's. I wiped away the single tear before popping my head back into view, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment as I was caught red handed. Scar motioned for me to come forward with a steely expression, no doubt mad at me for not following his orders. I cautiously made my way over to where he was standing before tucking myself into his side and taking in the numerous people that were standing in the middle of our barren home.

"Oh my! Sebastian, tá sí go hálainn!" A woman who looked to be in her mid-sixties exclaimed in a language that was unfamiliar to my ears. My eyebrows creased in confusion as I glanced up at Scar. He knew these people?

"This is my father's mother, my two uncles, and my cousins." He explained while pointing to everyone as he introduced them. My anger welled up as I smacked at his chest.

"How could you not tell me about your family!" I yelled in outrage. He gave me an annoyed look as everyone around us laughed loudly, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

"This is my first time actually meeting them, too. Until now, I'd only ever heard small things here and there from my father and talked on the phone with them a couple times." He huffed while rubbing the spot where I'd hit him. I gave him a sheepish look as to say sorry while giving him my best doe eyes. He just rolled his own before pecking my forehead and focusing his attention back on the group before us.

"Mhamó, this is my fiancee, Evangeline." Scar spoke while looking at the older woman who I now knew was his grandmother.

"Oh, I knew you'd settle down eventually!" She squealed in delight before pulling me into her tight embrace. Shit, she's strong for an elderly woman I thought as I struggled to breath. She cupped both of my cheeks as her face turned solemn. "I'm so sorry you had to go through what you did with my son. I don't know what got into him, but he was not the man I raised. Hasn't been since he turned about eighteen." She mumbled, a sorrow look in her eyes that made my heart clench for her.

"It was bound ta happen eventually whether it be someone finally getting back at him for doing them wrong or a drug bust. We disowned him from the family a long time ago, but mom didn't have the heart ta ignore his calls and texts. She had ta a couple months ago, though, due to some of his business showing up at our family home." Spat Scar's uncle, a look of distaste written all over his face.

"So, when is the wedding?" She asked excitedly while looking back and forth between Scar and I.

"Actually, mhamó, we haven't set a date yet. We were discussing it before you arrived." He responded to which she smiled widely.

"Good, then that means ya haven't booked a venue or started planning the other details yet. With that in mind, I'd like if you'd consider having the wedding back home." Scar scoffed which caused my brows to furrow in confusion.

"Scar, it really wouldn't be that big of a bother. I didn't want a large wedding anyway, just a couple friends and my family. I'm sure it wouldn't be too much of a hassle." I reasoned. What would a little car ride be to make his family happy? Especially when I'm the reason his father died.

"Baby, she means home as in Ireland." He stressed. My eyes shot wide open as the men in the room chuckled quietly at my shocked expression. So that's where the accent came from!

"Y-you came here all the way from Ireland!" I shrieked.

"Yes. Anyway, that's of no concern right now. We'll set up dinner with her family tomorrow night, yes? We can talk details over the phone, but right now I need ta sleep. I will see ya tomorrow dear." She finished before kissing Scar's cheek and leaving us both frozen in shock. The guys all laughed at our expense before following after the matriarch of the family.

"Good luck tomorrow." One of them called out before shutting the door behind them. The sound jolted us back to reality as I laughed lightheartedly.

"Well she's a pushy little thing isn't she?" I asked in amusement.

"Apparently so." He grumbled before turning towards me. "Well that really puts a damper on my plans tomorrow. I was going to spend the whole day moving all of our stuff in here. I've already paid the company and everything." He growled in annoyance.

"That's a little presumptuous of you, don't you think? How did you know I would take you back?" I challenged. He smirked before winding his arms around my waist and pulling my body into his own.

"I didn't, I was just praying to God you would. Though, I would've gotten on my hands and knees to beg if you'd have made me." He smirked. My smile mirrored his own as I played with the ends of his grown out hair.

"I think I'm feeling a little on the fence about us, now. Maybe you should beg." I teased, knowing I had all the power in the situation. He eyed me suspiciously before stepping back.

"I've only gotten down on my knees once for a woman in my entire life, and that was when I proposed to you. This will be the second and final time, so don't think this will be a repeated thing." He warned before crouching down and settling onto his knees. He grabbed both of my hands in his own and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

"Evangeline, baby, I'm begging you to take me back and forgive my stupid fucking mistakes I made. No woman could ever compare to you, in or out of the bedroom." He smugly said, a wicked glint in his eyes. I threw my head back and laughed before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the lips.

"No wonder you don't ever beg for things. You're utter shit at it. You're better off just taking what you want instead of asking." I joked, unknowingly giving him the okay to do just that.

"Good idea." He rumbled out before hoisting me up in his arms and carrying me over to the kitchen counter. "You should wear dresses more often. I'm very fond of the easy access aspect." He grinned before pushing the thin material up and ripping my panties down. Me too I thought to myself before letting my mind get lost as all of my senses were overwhelmed by him.

**

The next evening, I was sweating bullets as I paced back and forth in Scar and I's, for the most part, empty kitchen. The food I was preparing was simmering on the stove as Scar sat at our brand new dinner table as he tried his best to calm me down.

"Baby, why are you freaking out? You've already met whatever family I have left and they clearly like you, your father has agreed to not kill me, and your mom has put her threats aside. What's the worst that can happen tonight?" He asked with a quiet chuckle. I rubbed my temples while leaning over the counter, trying to sooth my pounding heart. I could hear the scraping of a chair across the wooden floor before I felt Scar settle behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and bending his frame over my own to shield my body with his own.

"C'mon, pretty girl. I'm not going to clean myself up until I see you smile." He insisted, reminding me that the only four rooms in the house we got set up were our bedroom and bathroom (just barely), the kitchen (also just barely), and his workout/training room (completely...) and he'd already put three of the four to good use today - which meant he was sweaty and in desperate need of a shower. I continued to ignore his ministrations as I grabbed for a cucumber and continued cutting them for my salad.

"Just one, baby. All I need is one smile." He continued, reaching his hand underneath my shirt to glide alongside my ticklish skin and force a shot of laughter out of me.

"Okay! Fine! Are you happy now?" I sassed as I gave him a forced smile with all of my teeth. He returned it with a genuine one before patting me between the legs.

"Not really, but we can talk about this later when we're in bed because right now I desperately need to get ready before our families gets here." He teased before dashing off to do just that. A small smile graced my face as I watched his retreating back, thinking about how lucky I was to have him in my life. Even if he is a dipshit sometimes...

About twenty minutes later, I heard the shower shut off just as the doorbell rang. I turned the stove burners off before wiping my hands on the towel and praying to God that it was my parents. I didn't know what I'd do if I had to entertain Scar's family on my own - I've never even had a conversation with the group!

Pulling the front door open, I released a sigh of relief as I was met with the familiar sight of my mom and dad. I pulled my mom into a bone crushing hug before kissing my dad on the cheek and inviting them both in.

"Evan, this place is absolutely beautiful!" My mom gushed while running her hand along the dark wood of the staircase.

"Isn't it? And he built most of it with his own hands." I explained, pride seeping into my tone as I spoke.

"It's alright." My dad grumbled, causing me to roll my eyes at him.

"Please behave tonight. I'm begging you." I said, conveying the importance of this dinner to him with the look in my eyes. I knew he liked giving Scar a hard time just to mess with him, but tonight really was not the night for that. He grumbled under his breath before nodding his head in reply.

"Well, it's smells amazing in here. What're you making?" My mom asked as they both followed me into the kitchen.

"Beef stew with homemade dinner rolls and a fresh salad. You think they'll like it?" I questioned, my nervousness becoming apparent.

"Oh, honey I'm sure they'll love it, and you! You could make a frozen T.V. dinner and it would still taste better than when most other people make it." She joked before patting my hand. I sent her a thankful smile before my dad voiced his own question.

"I thought his mom and dad were dead?" He inquired looking genuinely curious.

"They are. I knew of my extended family, but that was it. Evangeline's first time meeting them was also my own." Scar explained as he finally sauntered into the room with wet hair. I grimaced at his grungy appearance as he watched me do so before laughing loudly.

"What is it, baby?" He snickered.

"You have got to cut your hair. And the 5 o'clock shadow that's becoming a beard needs to be gone too." I ordered. He laughed once again while running his hand over his facial hair.

"What, you don't like the scruffy face and man bun?" He joked before leaning down and pecking my lips.

"Absolutely not." I stated soundly. He was about to reply, but the doorbell ringing for the second time cut him off.

"That must be them now." Scar muttered before walking off to let his family in. The butterflies started back up once again as I heard the front door open. Please dear lord, let this night go okay.