“Uh huh. But you can’t tell anyone. It’s way too soon.”
“When are you due?”
“Early December.”
He counts months on his fingers, trying to figure out when it happened. “How is that possible? I mean, I know how it happens but I thought you were on the pill.”
“Remember the whole frostbite thing. I missed a few days. Are you okay?”
“Hey everybody,” He grabs the DJ’s microphone. “We’ve decided to move up the wedding date. Uncle George? C’mon up here.”
My bartender-preacher uncle laughs, stands, and shouts out, “You’re going to need a license to make it legit.”
“I’ll get that taken care of right after this. Just say those words in front of everyone here. I’m not waiting until we all get together again, nor for bridesmaids, nor bachelor parties. What do you say, honey?”
I jump up and down with my thumbs up. Not only am I thrilled to be getting married, I’m happy as hell that I don’t need to do the whole walk down the aisle thing. This couldn’t be more perfect.
Then, the ceremony ends, people applaud and laugh while Grayson’s mom cries standing next to mine doing the same.
It’s not how I expected my wedding day to be, it’s way better.
As we slow dance to my favorite tune, my heart is bursting with joy. I sigh deeply and get lost in his warm gaze. “I love you, so much.”
With his forehead on mine, he pushes on my lower back until I feel his hard desire. “Me, too, babe. Me too.”