We both roar with laughter.
“Everyone is having a good time, Bitsy. You and Roman throw a splendid party. I hope you’re enjoying it.”
“I am, Mom.”
I truly am.
“Look at your father over there with Knox. Those two are becoming thick as thieves. Remember how he was afraid to hold him when he was first born? It was just a matter of time before Knox won him over. There’s something absolutely magnetic about that boy. He’s going to be a heartbreaker, just like his daddy.”
“What do you mean by that?”I take offense, “Roman’s no heartbreaker.”
“Look at poor Trisha and Marie over there.”
I glance over at a table of some of my younger cousins. Trisha and Marie are both fourteen years old and they’re staring at Roman in the way that half of the female gender drools over Chris Hemsworth.
“Are they crushing on my husband?” I giggle.
“That they are.”
I’ve danced half the night away and gorged myself on wedding cake when it’s time for Roman to pull the garter down my leg and toss it into a sea of single men. The deejay plays some cheesy instrumental song as the crowd cheers when Roman gets on his knees in front of me.
I lick the corner of my lips as my sexy husband slowly inches his hand up my dress, and then blush knowing that there are people watching him basically seduce me in the middle of the dance floor. He maintains my modesty by holding my dress down as he reaches his hand farther and farther up to do something immodest. There’s a crooked smile across his mouth as he brushes a few of his fingertips against the damp fabric of my silk thong. Once he has the garter in hand, he holds it high for the guests to see.
“Let me find out that you get turned on when people watch, Duchess,” he practically growls in my ear.
One of the more touching moments of the evening is when the deejay calls for couples only on the dance floor. Since all of our babysitters are dancing, we decide to include Knox in on our dance together. All the favorite couples in our lives dance around us to “Marry You” by Bruno Mars, and Knox bounces up and down in Roman’s arms between us.
His happiness is infectious, or maybe it’s mine that is, because I dance joyfully to the music as I hold my dress up and twirl in my bare feet.
“You are the most beautiful woman in this room,” he says loud enough for me to hear over the music.
“I should be. I’m the bride.”
“What else do we have to do tonight, baby? We took the photos, we cut the cake, we threw the garter and flowers at our friends.”
“Jade didn’t look too thrilled that she caught the bouquet. She ruined a perfectly good bunch of sunflowers.”
“And Camden was a little ticked off that hedidn’tcatch the garter. Your neighbor’s son might need an escort out of the club tonight. I think Cam is going to kill him for sliding the garter up Jade’s leg like that.”
“That was kind of funny.”
“I’m ready for it to be just the two of us, Duchess.”
“Stop rushing this wonderful evening, husband.”
“Say it again.”
“Husband.” I smile.
“Louder.”
“Husband!”
Roman leans over for another kiss with the baby between us.
“Come here.”
Knox babbles a string of words as he gently touches our chins with his small, sticky hands.
