I cannot wait to call you my husbands. I’ll be the one in white with purple boots living my best life because I’m marrying all of you.
XOXO,
Little Heathen
Killer
Tesoro
Or my favorite nickname… Wife.
“I need to see her. Now.”
Kill moves in front of the door.
“You will not. It’s time to go outside, anyway.”
Carter nods and straightens his tie.
“Do I look okay?”
Kill opens the door and chuckles.
“You’re a sexy motherfucker, Carter, just like I am.”
I roll my eyes at them as we walk out of the room, to the side door that leads to the garden where we are marrying our girl.
Carter
My brothers and I stand on a white gazebo decorated with purple flowers, clear lights, and tulle. A red carpet separates the two sides of black chairs.Our girl decorated every inch of this place to create the wedding of her dreams. We had to hire a minister to marry Heather and I legally but his part will be only that. The vows don’t need someone ordained to matter. Our hearts are connected in ways the law will never understand.
The violins play, our guests consisting of our newly discovered family, rise to their feet as Heather comes into view.
I can breathe again.
She stops halfway down the aisle and winks at us as she lifts the bottom of her dress, showing off her boots, and Killian chuckles as he shakes his head at her.
“This woman is fucking perfect.” He says loudly as our guests laugh while the minister arches a brow in disapproval.
The second she’s close enough, I take both of her hands, my eyes trailing her stunning body.
She’s wearing a white floor length strapless gown, exposing her shoulders, her hair is in a high ponytail with diamonds surrounding it and white ribbon hanging to the base of her neck.
Jesus, she's gorgeous.
Heather stares at me, and I stare back. We are in this moment, joined by our new family, but it’s as if they aren’t here. All I see is her.
“I, Carter, choose you, Heather, to be my partner in life. I promise to always stand by your side, to be your partner in crime. I choose you the way you always choose me.”
Her hands shake and I squeeze them to calm her nerves as she begins to speak.
“I, Heather, choose you, Carter, to be my partner in life. I promise to always stand by your side, to be your partner in crime-”
Tears fall down her cheeks as she exhales a shaky breath before continuing.
“I choose you the way you always choose me.”
We don’t exchange rings since it’s not a legal requirement. This was at Heather's request to save the rings for the second part of the ceremony with all four of us.
