He laughs and gives me one last squeeze before letting me go.
“If you hold it just like this and slice at a twenty-three degree angle, the flesh will peel right off.”
“Wow!”
“Bones, what the fuck are you teaching my son?” Spike yells as he rushes toward Asher.
I’m both horrified and impressed.
“Hey, baby,” Tank says a moment later. “Why are you over here when the s’mores are by the fire?”
“Make your own s’more,” I laugh. “I’m watching Bones teach Asher how to skin someone.”
“I would say I’m surprised,” Tank chuckles. “But I’m not. I’m more surprised he waited this long.”
“Insane,” I sigh. “All of you.”
“Bitch, I'd better be a bridesmaid.”
Laughing, I turn to Cody.
“Of course you are. You, Lila, Riley, Sunny, and Eli.”
“Iam notwearing a dress,” Eli says, horrified. “I may be gay… but I’m still very much a man.”
“He sure the fuck is,” Skip says, staring at him like he’s dessert.
“Well, ladies,” Cody says cheerfully. “And manly-man Eli… we have a wedding to plan.”
And that’s how the evening ends.
Me surrounded by my closest friends, planning the happiest day of my life.
And yes…I eventually made Tank his s’more.
Several of them.
Chapter Twenty
Tank
“Do you, Abigail Turner, take this man, Chad Davis, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
“I do,” my beautiful girl answers.
“And do you…”
“Fuck yes,” I answer immediately, making the entire church erupt in laughter.
“Tank,” Abigail whispers, her eyes wide. “We’re in achurch.”
“Saying it out loud is no different than what I say in my head, babygirl,” I chuckle. “God hears me either way… and my answer stands.”
I nod to the man officiating our wedding to continue.
Chuckling, he shakes his head.
“Very well then,” he says. “By the power vested in me, and witnessed here today by God, family, and friends, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
