KLAUS
Ibreathed out and shook my hands, trying to get the nervous energy out of my body.
“You good?” Levin asked, eyeing me as we stood in my hotel room the day of my wedding.
“I’m fine,” I muttered.
“Liar,” Stefan said, chuckling. “I was nervous too when I married. I know Levin was when he married.”
“I was only nervous because Dom threatened my life,” Levin muttered. “Did anyone threaten your life?”
“Several people if I didn’t ask her,” I said, staring at myself in the mirror. I adjusted my black suit and tie and breathed out again.
“Wait. You don’t want to get married?” Stefan asked, frowning at me.
“No. I want to marry. Definitely. She’s the one,” I said immediately. “But I was told to get my shit together. They were right. This is… perfect.”
“Really? Because you guys are together. You don’t need to marry,” Levin said. “In fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t because she’s my friend and her being my stepmom is… weird.”
I looked at him. “I’m marrying her. She is everything to me. I have never felt these feelings before. She is my one.”
Levin nodded. “Figured you’d say that. Is the sex… good? Like, do you need… help?”
“Listen to you,” Stefan chortled. “Asking if Dad is getting decent sex.”
I chuckled. “The sex is phenomenal. No issues there.”
“So the problem isn’t you?” Levin pressed.
“What the fuck? What do you meanme? My dick works just fine, son. No issues. I promise.”
Levin shrugged. “Had to ask. You’re getting old.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not that old, you little shit.”
“You’re old,” Stefan said, grinning at me.
“Why did I invite you little assholes?” I muttered, adjusting my tie again. I patted my pockets. “Where’s the damn ring?”
“You gave it to Evan,” Levin said. “See? You’re old.”
“Fuck off,” I said, making him and Stefan laugh as I walked to the door.
Anson and I had gotten Rosalie’s engagement bands, but now we had wedding bands. Since Evan had engraved Rosalie’s wedding ringForever, Always, and Beyond, Yours,we decided to add more diamonds, and we’d engrave each of our rings with a special message for her.
“Come on, old man. Let’s get you hitched,” Stefan said, clapping me on the shoulder.
I chuckled and followed him down the hall, Levin walking beside me. It felt damn good to have my boys back in my life. I never thought I’d get the chance, but this… this was everything.
“You good?”I asked Anson, as he adjusted his tie for what seemed like the millionth time, as we stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for Rosalie.
I hadn’t seen John yet today, but I knew it was only a matter of time since he was giving Rosalie away to us. I’d spoken to him last night, and he said he couldn’t believe I was marrying Rosalie, but he wished us the best. He seemed happy with his life and his wife, and that made me happy.
“I’m good. You’re the one who looks like he’s silently losing his shit,” Anson said.
“I’m good. Can’t wait for the afterparty.”
Anson smiled at that. “Me neither.”
