Chapter Twenty-Four
Jay
#weddingday
“He’s asking for you,” Kayson whispered into my ear as I paced the our living room floor. My nerves were brewing overtime, but I hoped maybe they were for both of us because my omega couldn’t be nervous today. We were having none of his blood pressure issues on our wedding day.
“Got it.”
I headed to the bedroom with a smile on my face despite the nervous belly. I was about to marry the love of my life in a few minutes, and in mere days, we would be a family with two children.
Nothing could wipe this grin from my face.
“Brent, love, what’s taking so long? It’s just a shirt and pants.”
He growled at me. Growled! “It’s a shirt and a pair of pants that make me look like a whale. Why are you marrying a whale, Jay Why?” This outburst was followed by a hormone-induced flood tears that dripped down on his shirt, a shirt that I’d picked out myself.
“You don’t look like a whale.” He shot me a good dose of stink eye. “I’m serious. You want to know what you look like to me?”
He nodded, sniffling, cutest damned omega in the world. “To me, you are a little swollen because you’ve been nourishing our babies with a lot of organic nutritious food and you may have gained some weight from it. But that’s a small price to pay for growing our babies. And your belly is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen because it’s your body, first, but second, you are giving a warm, loving home to our babies. Even your tears are lovely because your hormones are going nuts because you’re about to give birth. Sometimes I wish I could carry our babies, too, but it’s not the way things work. Don’t you know that I love every single inch of you?”
More tears flowed like little rivers down his face. I couldn’t stand to be so far away from him. I closed the distance, wrapping my arms around his waist and caressing his belly while I kissed the side of his neck.
“You gonna marry me today or what? ’Cause I’m dying to be your husband.”
“I’m dying to be your husband, too.”
“You can cry through the entire ceremony if you want to. I’ll bring the Kleenex.”
“Really?” Brent’s sniffle jarred us both.
“The whole time. Come on, love. Let’s go.”
Brent was still crying when we got into the car—and into city hall—and the entire time just like I expected.
Who could blame him?
We said our I dos with Vivian and Henry as our witnesses. My dad and the others were setting up the reception.
“I don’t want to go. I’m tired. Let me take a nap.”
I chuckled. “So, you don’t want to dance with me? I’m gonna have to dance with Henry, then. He’s kind of vintage hot.”
He slapped me on the chest. “Stop. I’ll go, but I might not last long. These babies are keeping me up all night.”
“One dance, that’s all I ask.”
We got to the reception, and my dad greeted us first. He was making plans to move closer to Mapleville, determined not to miss the babies growing up.
“You did good, mijo. And, Brent, welcome to the family.”
They hugged and now I was the one blubbering.
I took his hand when we finished greeting everyone and a slow song started. Our first dance as a married couple.
Yeah, there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.
“Who is that guy over there? He’s giving me a dirty look,” I whispered to Brent.
“Where?” he asked.
“Now he’s behind me. I think he’s working here, for the caterer. He’s holding a tray. Vivian must’ve hired a company that he works for.”
“Oh…”
I held Brent next to me.
“Jay, that’s Chad, my ex.”
Smoking hot didn’t even begin to describe the man who stared us down from across the room. There was also an obvious look of regret on his face. I was married now, but my eyes worked just fine. I wondered what his story was and why they broke up. No, I realized, I didn’t care.
Yeah, buddy, he’s mine. I bet you regret that, don’t you?
“You need to talk to him?” I asked, perfectly solid in our relationship.
“No, he cheated on me—several times from what I’ve heard. I’m so done with that. He doesn’t even deserve a hello from me.”
“He looks sorry, love. I don’t blame him. He lost you.” To my benefit.
“But you didn’t lose me, did you? Even after New Orleans and the hashtags and everything. We found each other. That’s the important thing. You know, you really are a good dancer. It’s making me kind of hot.”
“Kind of, please. You’ve had a hard-on since the song started. I’m gonna love showing you how much I adore you tonight.”
Heat poured from his body. “Do we have to wait? I mean, I could pretend to faint or something and you could take me home right now.”
“I could. And believe me, I want to. But there’s cake.”
His eyes lit up at the sound of the word, and a smile took shape. Pregnant Brent loved cake. “In that case, maybe after cake.”
I chuckled, loud and hard, letting my head tilt back. “Oh, my omega, you’re everything I didn’t know my life was missing.”