Flea chuckled. “Because you’re wearin’ away the cement.”
I stopped pacing and dragged my hands down my face. “Just never thought this day would come, and now I’m not sure it’s really happenin’ to begin with.”
“It’s happening, brother.” Flea laid a hand on my shoulder. “Never fear, Katie’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Before I could respond, I heard pipes, then Hatch, Booker, and Minus joined us just as Cricket pulled her car to the curb, followed by a half a dozen Burning Saints.
But then Katie was stepping out of the car, and… fuck.
Jesus.
My heart stopped.
“Easy, tiger,” Hatch warned with a chuckle as I started toward her. “Let her have a moment.”
Kate maneuvered herself out of Cricket’s car, her wedding dress something out of a princess movie, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. I watched in awe as the women made sure she was safely away from any dirt on the ground before handing her flowers wrapped in white ribbon. It was then she looked my way and her face lit up like a pinball machine and all was right with the world somehow.
We weren’t rushing to get married because war was imminent, we hadn’t made irrevocable mistakes as young people keeping us apart for years, and we didn’t waste too much fucking time pulling our heads out of our asses to come back to each other.
Well, that last part was all me, really.
Katie’s eyes crinkled at the corner as she smiled and bit her lip. “Hi.”
“Hey, baby.” I closed the short distance between us. “You look stunning.”
“So do you,” she breathed out, leaning into me.
“Don’t you dare kiss that man,” Cricket ordered.
Katie scowled and turned toward her best friend. “Rude.”
“Save it for after your vows,” Cricket saidwith a smirk.
Katie let out a quiet huff and I grinned, stroking her cheek before gently kissing her forehead. “We’ll give them a show as soon as we say I do, yeah?”
She grinned. “Yeah.”
“Love you.”
“Love you more.”
I took her hand, and after I hugged her mother, we followed our little entourage into the courthouse.
* * *
Katie
After giving our family ‘a show,’ my new husband led me out to his truck, kissing me again before holding the passenger door open and helping me inside, careful not to crease my dress.
We’d taken a few quick pictures, but the Northwest skies had turned moody, and we could see the clouds coming in, so Rooster wasn’t taking any chances with the weather.
“I’ll grab her bag really quick,” Cricket said.
“What bag?” I demanded.
“We’re gettin’ out of town for a few days,” Rooster said.
“We are?”
