“Auntie Capri!” Peyton shouted as she and Piper ran up to me, Paxton close behind.
God, I loved the sound of being called an Auntie. If that sounded that amazing, I only could imagine what being called Mom would feel like later on.
“I want to get married like you and Uncle Paxton,” Peyton said when she was standing in front of me. “You do too, right, Piper?”
Piper nodded her head up and down, a shy smile on her face. “I want to marry Uncle Paxton,” she beamed.
It was the cutest damn thing I’d ever heard.
“Well, sweet girl, I’m already married to your aunt Capri and am too old for you, but I bet you will find some lucky guy when you’re old enough.”
I met Paxton’s eyes and we shared a smile. His smiles always lit up my life and his dimples caused wetness to pool between my legs.
“Maybe when you’re forty,” I heard the girls’ dad, Bodie, say as he walked up and joined us, Gemma by his side, holding their baby.
Nobody got to reply before the eldest of kids chimed in.
“I’m first because I’m the oldest and already know who I’m marrying!” Embry shouted.
“Young lady, what did I tell you about boys?” Braxton asked his daughter, wandering over to the group too.
Before I knew it, everyone was gathered around.
“Daddy, Dexter and I want to get married,” she said, firmly.
Poor Braxton. Or maybe I should be worried about Dexter. The young boy glanced around as if looking for somewhere to run. He might have been Embry’s best friend, a little sweet on her, but he wasn’t anywhere near ready to discuss marriage.
“Dammit, Embry, you need to listen to your father.”
“Fine. I’ll listen once you cough up the money for saying a bad word,” she said, with one hand out, and giving her father a wink.
Braxton pulled out his wallet and shoved some money in her hand. Just as she was walking off, happy as a clam, she pulled her other hand from behind her back. Holding up her crossed fingers, she laughed.
“Come on girls,” she said to all the other little ladies. “Let’s go plan our weddings.”
They all followed Embry like she was the queen and Braxton groaned.
Paxton burst out laughing, as did everyone else.
Braxton turned his head and leveled a glare at my husband. “I hope you have a girl and she puts you through the ringer, then you’ll know how it feels.”
Paxton’s laughter died in seconds and he got a panicked expression that caused Braxton to chuckle.
“On that note, I think it’s time for cake,” Gemma said.
As everyone wandered over to the table that had a beautiful three-tiered cake on it, one the ladies wouldn’t let me make since it was my wedding and they said I needed to relax, Paxton moved in close and gathered me in his arms.
“What’s the chance of us sneaking out after the cake so I can make love to my wife?” he asked.
“I’d say, the chances are good since I want you as bad as you want me,” I whispered in his ear and then kissed the side of his neck softly.
He let out a deep groan.
“You’re playing with fire, darlin’.”
“Is that so?” I teased.
He removed his hold on me, turned me toward the cake table and slapped my ass.
