His eyes dart away, his face growing redder. “You don’t need to worry about me going near your sister.”
“Good. Now, let’s go get me married.”
I double check the room, making sure I have everything before heading for the door.
We chose to get married at the small church located in the heart of Rosewater Creek. It’s where Daisy’s parents got married and their parents before them, so she wanted to keep that tradition even though we legally got married two months ago in private.
The church stands tall in the centre, with a graveyard tucked behind it and another small building off to the left that houses wedding parties from out of town. There’s a bridal suite, groom suite and then a room for the married couple to stay in on their wedding night if they choose too.
As we trudge across the gravel parking lot, I can’t help but spare a glance toward the window of the bridal suite.
My stomach flutters as I picture Daisy in there with my sister and her mom, pulling on her wedding dress. Clinking champagne glasses as they laugh.
I drag my attention away as we meet Hunter, Grayson and Grayson’s best friend, Rueben at the doors of the church. One by one, each of them pull me into a half-hug, half-handshake.
“Congratulation, man,” Hunter says, slapping me on the back.
“Don’t congratulate him yet. There’s still time for his bride to make a run for it,” Grayson chimes in with a chuckle.
“Good point. Which one is the bridal suite again? Maybe I’ll put that crush of hers to the test. Make sure she really wants this,” Rueben winks before letting out a booming laugh when he sees the look on my face.
“That’s not fucking funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” Noah says, and I turn my glare on him. I’m still pissed at him for hitting on my sister.
Judging by the way he snaps his mouth shut, he knows it, too.
“Don’t push it.”
I push past them and step into the church, coming to another set of doors. With a deep, calming breath, I push the doors open.
Every head in the room, turns, their eyes landing on me and I swallow past the lump of nerves rising up in my throat.
I offer polite smiles and a few handshakes as I walk down the aisle toward the altar where Father Sinclair awaits me. We exchange pleasantries and he briefly reminds me of how it’s going to go while the boys find their places behind me.
Once everyone is situated, the room falls quiet and I clasp my hands in front of me, dip my head and send up a quick prayer.
I’ve never been a praying man, but something about being in God’s house makes me feel like that’s what I should do.
I pray for our future. For our life to be full of happiness and light. I pray for our children and the family we hope to have someday. And lastly, I pray for Daisy, for my dream girl. That no matter what comes at us in this life or the next, that she will continue to love me through it all.
And when I’m done, I open my eyes just in time to see the doors to open.
Only the face on the other side isn’t my wife’s.
It’s my sisters.
And her expression isn’t one of someone who is about to watch their best friend get married.
It’s horrified.
My brows cinch together, my stomach sinking as she rushes toward me.
I cast a worried glance at Noah who shakes his head, just as confused as I am. He steps forward, meeting Bella halfway.
She says something to him in a low voice and when Noah looks over his shoulder at me, I know that whatever it is, it isn’t good.
Whispers break out around us, people leaning into each other to ask what’s going on.
