Derek and I have already had this conversation. With two small kids, we’re not in any rush. We both agreed we loved our life as is. Since I’ve started my new job and moved in with Derek, life is chaotic. Between football, hockey lessons, andthe hospital, it seems we only have time for each other an hour a day.
“Well, don’t take too much time. Lock him down while you can. He’s a snack.”
I burst out laughing. “I can’t with you sometimes.”
“You love me.” Jameson pulls me in for a hug and smacks a kiss on my cheek.
“I do. I’m beyond happy that I get to stand by your side today.”
“Who would have thought we’d both find our soulmates at the very same time?”
“Maybe I was just trying to one-up you.” I laugh.
“Girl, please.” Jameson pulls back, adjusting his jacket. “I’d say maybe, but we all know Derek is a stud.”
“God, I love that sexy man.”
Jameson hands me my bouquet. “No time to fawn over him. It’s time to get married.”
I drop a peck on his cheek and make my way out of the small room in the little chapel. Leave it to Jameson to pick a place in Vegas for the weekend. I was told it was the least tacky of the places to get married here—even if Elvis is still going to be the one marrying them.
The aisle is small, with two sets of benches on either side of the faded, red carpet. Wooden walls are old and dated, but flowers fill the space. Bright, overhead lights give the room a hard glow, but it doesn’t matter.
Derek is beaming in the front row with the kids. It’s us, our parents—who came along to watch the kids—and Gunnar’s family.
Small. Quaint.
It’s perfect for them. And everything I would want in a wedding when Derek and I get married.
I take my spot at the top of the aisle, winking at Gunnar before turning my attention to Jameson as he struts down the aisle in the way only he can.
The Elvis impersonator starts the ceremony in an over-the-top Elvis way. It has me smiling the entire way through. Gunnar and Jameson didn’t write their own vows, so I listen as the words are repeated.
Love. Honor. Cherish.
The two of them are beaming at one another. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jameson so happy. I sneak a peek of Derek, whose eyes are firmly on me.
He’s wearing a simple gray suit with no tie and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. God, I love this man more than I ever thought possible.
As Gunnar and Jameson exchange rings, Elvis tells them to kiss one another. A kiss that has Derek covering the kids’ eyes.
“Hey now!” Derek chirps. “Impressionable eyes here.”
Jameson and Gunnar break apart, a look of love on both of their faces.
“You know…” Jameson trails off. “We could make this a double wedding.”
“What?” My eyes snap to his. “A double wedding?”
“What are you talking about?” Derek asks from his seat on the bench.
“Oh please. Like I haven’t seen you two making se— googly eyes at one another.” Jameson cuts himself off, keeping that sentence appropriate for the kids.
“But…” I’m trying to think of a reason why we shouldn’t get married right now, but I’m having a hard time coming up with one.
“We don’t have a marriage license,” Derek points out.
“Easy thing to do,” Elvis tells us. “Don’t you want to marry your hunk?” he asks me.
