“He was made to fuck you and love you. That dad crap is just icing on the cake,” Margie’s voice comes from my other side. I turn and see her staring down at me.
“Margie, seriously? I was closing this deal on my own,” Cam says.
“Deal?” I say.
“Deal, therapy, whatever. You two belong together. The three of you have been a family since you moved in, you two just never got over your shit long enough to make it happen,” Cam says. “You really think we can make this work?” I ask.
“Duh. Or I wouldn’t be here telling you this on my wedding night. I have bigger things to do…if you know what I mean,” she says with a wink as she stands. I stand with her and pull her into a hug.
“I love you,” I say.
“I know. I’m very lovable,” she teases.
I slap her back, and she laughs. “Now get out there. I’m about to throw the bouquet,” she says.
“Fine,” I reply.
Margie leans in and whispers, “I think you just need a good fucking.”
I blush.
“Go get yourself some of that good cock,” she says. “Have some for me. I’ll sadly be going to bed alone.”
I shake my head and grin as I walk onto the dance floor just in time for Cam to climb on a table. The room goes silent as she holds up her bouquet.
“I need all the single ladies,” she says as she waves her flowers.
Vito’s sister, me, Fletcher’s cousin, Margie, and Cornelia step onto the dance floor in front of Cam.
“Camryn, get your ass down from there. I don’t want to spend our wedding night in the ER,” Fletcher groans as he holds out his hand.
Cam rolls her eyes and turns away from us before flinging the bouquet in the air as she jumps down into Fletcher’s arms. Everyone is looking at Cam, so as the bouquet falls, I hold out my hand and grab it.
Fletcher looks at me and laughs before turning to Bray and clapping him on the back.
“Looks like you’re up next,” he says with a laugh before the band starts playing again.
“Mommy, why did Miss Cam throw her flowers at you?” Ava asks as she tugs on my dress.
“Oh, it’s just a fun party game,” I say as I walk the flowers over to the table.
“Can I see them?” Ava asks.
“Sure,” I say as I hand them to her. She skips off to show the other kids.
I feel a hand on my back and turn to see Bray. “Is your dance card full?” he asks.
Laughing, I shake my head. “No. You’re in luck,” I tease.
He smiles and holds out his hand. I place mine in it and he pulls me to him as he walks us onto the dance floor. Suddenly, the music slows, and Bray presses me more tightly against him. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we slow dance.
“So, you’re getting married next, huh?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “I seriously doubt that,” I say.
“Well, how about dating at least?” he says, his voice hopeful.
“I might be able to arrange that,” I reply coyly.
