Frost shakes Dad's hand, then pulls him into a hug. “Thank you, sir. This means everything.”
“Take care of my girl,” Dad says.
“Always.”
“Wait, we don't have bags pac—” I panic.
“It’s been taken care of,” Amy says, appearing with two suitcases. “Chaos and I handled it this morning.”
“You what?”
Chaos grins, slinging an arm around Amy. “We're efficient.”
I chuckle. “You're both insane.”
“You're welcome.”
Everyone files forward to say goodbye. Hugs are exchanged, and Frost receives several pats on his back.
“Have fun, you two,” Eagle says, smirking.
“Don't do anything I wouldn't do,” Chaos adds.
“That leaves literally everything,” Frost teases.
Hawk grabs the keys to his truck. “I'll drive you to the airport.”
“You don't hav?—”
“Shut up, and get in the truck.”
We pile into Hawk's truck, Frost and me in the back, and our suitcases in the bed. Everyone stands outside the clubhouse, waving and cheering as we pull away. I lean against Frost, his arm around me, and look back at everyone one last time.
This morning, I thought my wedding was ruined, but it wasn't. It was perfect. It wasn't about the venue, the dress, or the flowers. It was about this… family, love, and Frost.
I peek up at him.
“Ready for our honeymoon, Mrs. Stone?”
I lace my fingers through his. “I’m ready for forever, Mr. Stone.”
EPILOGUE
Frost
The Hawaiian air hits us the second we step off the plane, warm, humid, smelling like flowers and ocean salt. Hope's hand is in mine, and she practically bounces on her toes as we walk through the airport.
“I can't believe we're actually here,” she coos.
“Believe it, darlin’.” I squeeze her hand. “Your parents hooked us up.”
The resort is fucking incredible. There are palm trees everywhere, and white sand beaches with crystal-clear water that looks fake. It's bluer than I’ve ever seen. The hotel lobby is all open-air, with tropical flowers and a fountain in the center. The staff greets us with leis and champagne. I try to be polite and patient, but all I can think about is getting Hope alone.
Finally, we get checked in and head up to the honeymoon suite on the top floor.
Hope leans against me, sliding her hand up my chest. “You, okay?”
“I’m ready to get you all to myself.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it to.
