I glance at my brother. “Not in the slightest,” I tell him truthfully. “Marrying Dani will be the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Dominick smirks. “Who would’ve thought when you were talking all that shit about me having to marry her back in the day that you’d end up being the cradle-robber?”
“You’re a dick for that one.” I shove him to the side so I can make sure my tux is in place, and he laughs. “Dani might be twelve years younger than me, but she’s more mature than both of us combined.” I side-eye him. “Well, she’s maturer than me. You’re like an old fucking man.”
“Oh, Uncle Matty said a lot of bad words,” Damien says, reminding me that he’s in the room with us. Dominick gave him his phone to watch some videos until it’s time for the service.
“He did,” Dominick deadpans. “And he should probably start watching his mouth so his own child doesn’t pick up his bad habits.”
“If the worst thing my kid does is say a few bad words, I’ll consider it a win.” I shrug.
“Yeah, I’m sure Dani is going to feel the same way,” Dominick says dryly.
“Unlike you, she doesn’t have a stick shovedup her A-S-S.”
“That spells ass!” Damien announces proudly.
Dominick glares, and I laugh.
“Damn, kid, you’re smart! Already spelling at four years old.”
“That’s only three letters.” Damien scoffs, sounding like a mini version of his dad. “That’s easy.”
“All right, what about this word? F?—”
“Matteo,” Dominick growls.
“Chill out, bro. I’m not spelling that word.”I definitely fucking was.“F-I-R-E.”
“Fire!”
“Good job.” I high-five him.
“Is everyone decent?” Bri asks, opening the door and walking in without waiting for anyone to answer.
“Auntie Bri!” Damien shouts. “I’m in a suit, like Daddy!”
“Yes, you are,” she says, kneeling in front of Damien and fixing his bow tie.
We didn’t plan to have anyone in the wedding besides my brother standing beside me and Lorenzo walking Dani down the aisle and standing beside her, but then Damien asked if he could walk down the aisle, too, and Dani deemed him the ring bearer.
“Everyone ready?” she asks, standing back up.
“Yep,” I tell her. “How’s Dani doing? She run away yet?” I joke.
“No.” Bri grins. “She’s ready to marry you. And she asked me to give you this.”
She hands me a small box, and I glance at it in confusion.
“What is this for?”
“It’s a wedding gift.”
“What do you mean, a wedding gift?” I look from her to Dominick. “Why didn’t anyone fucking tell me that we were supposed to buy each other wedding gifts?”
Dominick raises his hands. “I just assumed you knew.”
“I don’t know anything!” I bark. “How the hell would I know that? When was the last time I got married? Never. Did you give Peyton a gift?”
