Page 98 of Our Little Secret

One Year Later

“I’ll have what the bride is having.” I turn to see my husband as of two hours ago staring at me, giving me his usual devastatingly handsome smile as he leans against the bar, reminiscent of the way he did at the first wedding we were ever at together. He takes a few steps closer to me and grabs one of the shots the bartender poured and hands me the other. “You know what’s going to happen tonight if we start taking shots?”

“I have a pretty good idea.”

“You’re probably going to get pregnant again.” He raises an eyebrow and my eyes widen because we have not talked about trying for a second baby already.

“We have a three month old. How about we not put that in the universe just yet?” I blink at him as I think about our baby boy who is upstairs sleeping in a hotel room with Autumn who is pregnant with her first baby and very over any kind of party scene right now. Even if it is her baby sister’s wedding.

“I’m just saying, pretty sure we got pregnant at your cousin’s wedding.” He taps his shot against mine and downs his drink. “I like that liquor makes my wife a little nasty.”

“Oh, and it does nothing to you?” I say as I put a hand on my hip.

“No. That’s all you. You make me a little nasty.” He grabs my hand and presses his lips to my fingers. “You look so beautiful baby; I can’t wait to get you out of this dress.” He licks his lips as he runs his gaze down my body. I lean into him and pull his face down to kiss me. “Come dance with me.”

Everyone cheers as we make our way onto the dance floor. People begin to tap their glasses with their silverware indicating that they want us to kiss, and just as the first few notes of a familiar song come on, he presses his lips to mine.

“This is the first song we danced to together,” I tell him as he twirls me around the dance floor.

“I remember. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you dancing to this song,”he says just before he dips me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the things this man says or the way he makes me feel. “So, are we going to the after-party?”

“We have to make an appearance, babe.”

“Really? Because I was thinking we could have our own private after-party again.”

The End.

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