Gavin hadn’t rebuilt her. He’d handed her the hammer so she could do it herself. Well, if hammers actually built brick walls.
A trowel was more accurate. He’d handed her a trowel.
He was up and dressed in no time. She just wrapped herself in a blanket before sending out the message.
So, she sent the mass text:
Molly: Wedding. Today. Details to follow.
She added the brick emoji at the end. Then she cc’d Gavin. Which wasn’t entirely necessary since he was right there with her making the calls for the future.
Still, he clearly got the text because his smile stretched across his lips.
“You’re happy?” She should just confirm. For clarity’s sake.
He nodded, glancing up from whatever he was doing on his phone to make the arrangements. “So happy.”
“Gav?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Mol?” He mimicked her movement.
“I’m so glad I didn’t fix you up with someone else.” Really, really glad.
“Me too.” He said it. She knew he meant it. “Me too, Molly.” He repeated it, apparently for the sake of clarity.
It was also their way.
Then he tossed his phone aside and moseyed right on over to her, lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed the inside of her wrist. Nipping with his teeth and then soothing the nip with a soft lick of his tongue.
“What are you doing?” They had a wedding to get on with.
Their wedding.
“I licked it.” He stared at the spot where he’d slid his tongue over her skin.
“I noticed.”
He stared her dead in the eye. “It’s mine.”
Ha. Really?“You know that’s not how any of this works, right?”
“We make our own rules, Molly.” He kissed the inside of her wrist again and the tether between them strung taut.
“Sounds like we’re about to have a lot of fun.”
“You have no idea.”
Actually, she had a pretty good idea.
He smirked. Gavin Frank smirked at her because they were pregnant, and they were getting married.
“I love you,” she said, meaning every word.
And then she kissed him. Because she could.
Because she absolutely should.
