“Who died and made Autumn boss?” I scowled, half joking, half not.
“I believe Harry did,” Autumn said, making her way toward us with a smile on her face. “Andheleft us all with very strict instructions of what you had to do to not mess this up and give your loving wife the wedding of her dreams.”
“Pretty sure her dreams include me fucking her and calling her my wife over and over again, but whatever.”
“Not a mental image I needed.” Slater groaned.
I smirked, turning back to Ayda with raised brows. “Sorry, darlin’. What Harry wants Harry gets. I’ll take you for a ride later.”
The bikes behind us revved and began to move around us, and I took a moment to look around as everyone walked on by, making their way across the yard. The smile on my face was ridiculous—a smile I couldn’t ever remember setting free before that very moment.
Every man and woman I adored was there, surrounding us with their love.
Deeks. Slater. Jedd. Kenny. Moose. Sutton. Tate. Rubin. Eric. Autumn. Everyone who mattered wore a look of pure happiness on their face because of us.
Because of my wife. The woman looking at me like she couldn’t believe all this was real.
“Who knew loving you could feel this good?” I said, pulling her close for one final moment of intimacy before we were to be dragged away to the party.
“I can’t stop smiling,” she confessed quietly, ignoring the groans from our friends as she allowed herself to be pulled into my embrace. Wrapping her arms around my waist tightly she squeezed again. “I didn’t know I could be this happy.”
“I haven’t shown you anything yet.” I smiled and pressed my hand to her stomach.
