“It’s okay, baby.”
“No, it’s not. We don’t have a cake now. I tried so hard to make everything perfect for you, and look what happened.”
Grace cups my face in her soft hands and pulls me closer. “It’s still perfect. I get to meet you at the altar. That’s all that matters.”
I try to ground myself in her presence, but my gaze keeps drifting back to the cake on the floor. I can’t relax until I figure out how to fix this in the next hour.
Grace gives my chest a soft pat and heads to the fridge. If she thinks I’ll behave even when she’s not in my arms, she’s underestimating how feral I’m feeling.
My mind is racing too fast to focus on what she’s going to do until she turns around with a replica of our two-tier cake in her hands.
She carefully removes the glass cover and places the cake at the far end of the counter so it won’taccidentallyfall again.
With a proud smile, Grace gestures at the cake. “I knew you’d stress yourself to death if anything went wrong today, so I ordered two of all the important things.”
This woman is my miracle. Always one step ahead of my fears, ready to catch me if I fall.
My saving grace.
I draw her in and capture her lips in a sweet kiss. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Yes,” she teases. “You tell me at least twice a day.”
I kiss her again. “Still not nearly enough. I’ll do better.”
“So…” Seiji starts.
If he thinks he’s getting away with nearly ruining my wedding day and almost giving me a damn heart attack, he’s delusional.
“Yes, you can eat that cake, but only the part that’s not touching the floor. And for God’s sake, grab a plate, Seiji.” Grace doesn’t even finish her sentence before both kids dive into the untouched top layer.
My bride-to-be smiles at the idiots and wraps a napkin around August’s front to protect his cute little maroon suit.
I’m putting a baby in her the moment we’re alone tonight.
Once Nevaeh asks Khatri to keep an eye on her little boy and Seiji, Anxo drags me out of the kitchen to get ready. The girlsquickly whisk my mate away, so I have no choice but to follow him.
Anxo tosses my suit on the bed before running off to change, telling me to do the same. But instead of getting ready, I sit there spiraling down a rabbit hole, thinking about everything that could go wrong.
What if I mess up and Grace realizes my good looks are just a cover for the disaster I am on the inside?
Anxo walks back in wearing a black suit with golden embroidery and finds me still frozen in place, sweating bullets over ruining this special day.
He doesn’t push or prod. He just sits next to me in silence, waiting for me to get myself together and talk about what’s bothering me.
Of course, he can tell I’m losing my shit because let’s be honest,Anxo always knows. From day one, he’s acted like an older brother, even though I’m technically older than him. He’s made sure I’m more than prepared, whether it’s my duties as a Horseman or my relationship with the light of my life.
“What if I’m not good enough for her? What if Fates made a mistake tying her to someone as fucked up as me? What if being with me makes her an even bigger target for my enemies, and I fail to protect her?” I bury my face in my hands as the room starts spinning. I think I’m going to be sick.
“I can’t stop thinking about it, Anxo. I’m scared I’m going to fuck it all up.”
“What if you don’t?”
I scoff. Seriously? I’m shitting bricks over here, and instead of giving me a pep talk, this asshole is giving me the dumbest line in existence.
What if I don’t fuck up?Yeah, sure. What a load of bullshit.
“Harvey, look at me.” Anxo waits until he fully has my attention, dragging me out of the buzzing in my skull so I can actually hear him.
