I’m still not ready to sing on stage in front of a large audience. But I’ve made progress. Flynn and I even recorded a duet, which Pulse is producing and hopefully will be released in a few months. Step ten, Dad. I’m almost there. With Flynn beside me, I have no doubt step twelve is not too far away. Who knows, maybe I’ll be standing next to Flynn when I finally stand on stage again.
Three weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant. It wasn’t something either of us planned, but seeing how much Flynn adores his niece, I knew he wouldn’t be upset. Turned out, he was the opposite of upset—completely over-the-moon ecstatic.
Neither of us wanted a big wedding, so we decided to do it as soon as the tour ended. That brings us to tomorrow.
“I don’t remember you complaining when I told you last week. Avery is sleeping over.”
“When did you tell me?”
“We were at the Emerson Hotel.”
He leans back, sipping his coffee. “You had just flown in and we hadn’t seen each other in two weeks.”
“So?”
“Were you wearing black lace boy-short underwear, a T-shirt and no bra?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“I wasn’t listening.”
“What?” I’m thoroughly confused by this conversation.
“Your nipples were poking out through your shirt and I really love the black lace boy shorts.”
“So?”
“I wasn’t paying attention. I would have agreed to anything.”
I chuckle. “I’ll have to remember that for the next time we’re arguing over something.”
Taking my place at the back of the small aisle in the chapel, I pause for a moment. My dad should be giving me away today…walking me down the aisle. It’s only about a thirty foot walk, but it seems I won’t be making it alone anyway. I shouldn’t be surprised when my barefoot husband-to-be walks to me and offers me his arm. Just like every day since the day we met, he’s stood beside me. It’s probably what made him the most irresistible to me. He doesn’t want to carry me, he wants to walk side by side.
With Avery and Nolan as our witnesses, along with a small circle of close friends and family, including my Mom, we walk to the altar and stand in front of the minister, ready to become husband and wife. Beaming at us is the most adorable flower girl, in a tiny version of my dress.
We didn’t discuss our wedding vows, so Flynn is surprised when I tell the minister I wrote my own. In sonnet form, I pour my heart out in fourteen lines of ten syllables. When I’m done, he wipes my tears and kisses me on the lips.
“Uncle Sinn.” Laney tugs at her uncle’s jacket and whispers loud enough so the rest of the room can hear her. “You’re supposed to wait until he says you can kiss the bride.”
Everyone chuckles, including the minister. But my soon-to-be husband leans forward with his usual cocky arrogance and reminds me, “Now that you’re legally mine, I’ll kiss the hell out of you in public, wherever and whenever I want.”
Finally.
I found the man of my dreams. Only this time, he was real.
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