“Mm, baby, you know I’d do anything for you.”
“When you get back, we can discuss our trip,” Klaus said from his spot on the couch.
“Trip?” My heart jumped excitedly in my chest. “No one had mentioned a trip.”
“Yes.” Klaus’s eyes sparkled. He pulled out an envelope from his suit pocket.
I immediately went to him. I dropped to my knees in front of him as he sat forward. Anson walked over and sat beside him, Evan on his other side.
I took the envelope from him and opened it to see plane tickets inside, along with all the information for the wedding venue.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “Really? This week?”
“If you’re OK with it,” Anson said immediately. “If you’re not, we can wait, but we thought we’d do it before the tour kicked off and things got hectic with the baby.”
“Yes. A million times yes,” I said, reaching for the pair.
They fell into the hug, both of them holding me tightly as Evan joined in.
“I’m so excited! I-I have to call Jamie?—”
“Do it after the appointment in case you want to tell her that too,” Anson said.
He was right. I’d have so much to tell her. It was short notice, but I needed her with me for this.
“I love you guys.” I kissed each of them and was just pulling away when Cole returned.
“Why is everyone having a group hug?” he asked, frowning at us in his suit.
Damn, he looked good.
“We were just talking about our wedding,” Anson said, getting up.
“Wedding?” Cole frowned. “That’s not a real thing, right? Like you guys just do, like, a commitment ceremony and call it good?”
“No.” Anson smirked at him. “We’re legally doing it. Hell, Enzo should know all about it. He’s one of the guys pushing legislation so hard to legalize harem marriages in the states.”
“I know, but… I’m lost. It’s not legal yet.”
“That’s why we’re flying out this week to do it where it is legal,” Anson said, holding his hand out to me. “Come, baby. We’ll be late.”
I slid my palm against his and let him lead me out, Cole following behind. Ellis was in her ballet room that the guys had made for her, working with Trix, so this worked out well for us.
Ryder pulled the blacked-out SUV up, and we got into the back with Cole.
“You’re fucking getting married this week?” Cole demanded.
“Oh, good. You told him,” Ryder called out.
“Shut up, ass munch,” Cole snapped before focusing on me. “Rosalie… no.”
“No?” I frowned at him.
“Scott, you’re treading on thin ice,” Anson said to him. “Don’t start your shit.”
“I’m not. I just… why do you have to do it?” His voice lowered, and he looked at his hands.
“Because I love them and want to make it official,” I said.
