“Let’s get some food!” Klaus proclaimed, sweeping Rosalie up and kissing her. “Tacos, baby.”
She laughed, kissing him, as we joined in, heading back to the venue for dinner. We told everyone they were free to do what they wanted, and I figured many of the guests would just wanderoff, but I knew for certain Dante would be dining with us, along with Rosalie’s parents.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, giving him a big hug. “I thought you couldn’t make it.”
“Like I’d miss this,” he said. “I promised to record it.”
I smiled knowingly. “I bet.”
He chuckled and went to Rosalie, hugging her tightly.
“Gosh, growing up so fast.”
She laughed. “I’ve been grown.”
“Don’t remind me of my age,” he grumbled, releasing her, still smiling. He went to Anson next and gave him a hug.
“Congrats, Alessandro. You have a good woman. A good family.”
“Thanks, Uncle,” Anson replied, hugging him back. They broke away, and my dad looked at Klaus.
“Come here, you big fucker,” Dad called out.
Klaus grinned and gave him a bear hug.
“Congrats to you. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you, Santino. Truly. It means everything to me,” Klaus said.
“Let me get you a drink. We can catch up.”
Klaus kissed Rosalie goodbye, and they headed to the bar.
“Man, they are going to pick up some major babes,” Trent said, giving a low whistle.
I snickered. They did look damn good. We had a private area, but the bar was public, and through the door, I could see women’s heads turning as they passed.
“I hope not,” Rosalie said, wincing.
“Baby, Klaus would never.” I kissed the top of her head. She relaxed against me as Dante walked in with Malachi and Sirena. All shrouded in black. Sirena’s baby bump was showing just the smallest bit.
Rosalie rushed to Dante, and he opened his arms, hauling her in for a hug when she reached him.
I wandered over, noting Anson and Trent talking with Cady.
“Congrats, sister,” Dante said, hugging her. She hugged him back for a moment before going to Malachi, who swooped her up.
“I like your black, sparkly cowboy hat,” Rosalie said, laughing as she took in the hat he was wearing.
“If you love that, check out my boots,” he said, showing us equally black and sparkly cowboy boots.
“OK, but why?” I asked, chuckling.
“He lost a bet to Shadow,” Dante said. “He’s not enjoying himself. Don’t let him fool you.”
“I look damn good, though, right?” Malachi did a quick spin as Asylum wandered in.
“Amazing.” Rosalie laughed as Malachi put his hat on her head.
