Page 104 of Last Round

I look at myself in the mirror again and sigh. While I didn’t require surgery and there was no brain damage, I did end up with a minor nerve impairment. Now I have to wear these. When I was at the clinic, these thick, black, almost square-shaped Oakleys seemed to look the best. Now, I’m wondering if I should’ve gone with something less noticeable.

“Killian.”

I look at Molly.

“Seriously, I didn’t think it was possible, but the glasses make you look hotter.”

“Really?” I grin.

“Really.” She smiles. “Now come on. Everyone is waiting for us.”

We get out of the car, cross the street, and enter K.O.’s hand in hand. The room is filled with streamers, balloons, our friends, and family.

“They’re here,” Dani announces before sounding off with an obnoxious kazoo.

Several people start blowing on theirs. There is a pop, then seconds later, Molly and I are doused in glitter and confetti. She squeals as I cover our faces. Based on his laughter, I assume Sean set this little treat up for us.

I’m going to have to pay him back for this one.

Bex is the first to run up, hug Molly, and steal her away from me. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Molly laughs. “I will see you in a couple of weeks when you fly out.”

I wanted to be married to my girl already. But Minnesota has this waiting period thing after you put in your license request. The whole church wedding didn’t appeal to either of us and Vegas didn’t seem right either. That might have something to do with the fact that my brother-in-law (who’s also my rival) got hitched there last winter and, well, I needed to step up my game.

And what’s better than getting married in Sin City?

Saying our vows, then fucking on one of the many soft, sandy beaches in Hawaii.

I still need to take it easy and allow my skull to heal for the next few months and figured we deserved not only a wedding, but a vacation. Timing also worked since our new house is having some renos done while we are away.

We are flying out today to start our much-needed break. Then our wedding is in a couple of weeks; we are keeping the service small. Very, very small. Sean and Bex are joining us to be our witnesses. So this is our reception and send-off before we board the plane in a few hours. Except that isn’t the only thing that will be celebrated here today.

“Where is he?” I yell, looking for the man in question. I navigate through the crowded room, saying hello and thank you to everyone who stops to congratulate us on our upcoming wedding.

“Killian,” my sister shouts nearby. I pause my mission and walk over to her. As soon as I’m within reaching distance, she rushes over and hugs me.

“Hey, Cassie.” I squeeze her tight, but as soon as I hear the adorable giggle, I cast my sister to the side and steal the baby from the large man’s arms. I always considered myself to be a bigger guy—that was until I met my brother-in-law Robbie. When I’m around him, I feel like I need to stand on my tiptoes so we’re equal.

“I see how it is,” Cassie teases, lightly punching me in my shoulder.

“Can you blame me? She’s the most adorable baby in the world. Isn’t that right, Nova?” Her face lights up as I speak in a high-pitched tone. “Who’s the most beautiful baby?” My niece giggles. Molly locks eyes with me from across the bar. I hold the baby so that we are cheek to cheek. I point at Nova and mouth, “See?”

Molly shakes her head and laughs, before turning and talking to some more of our friends. She’s still adamant about the “one year and then we’ll talk about it” thing. But I’m sure after some quality Nova time, she will change her mind. Seriously, this little girl is perfect.

Cassie notices and chuckles while taking Nova from me. “Oh, no, Killian.”

“What? You don’t think I’d make a good dad?” I’m a bit hurt by that, actually.

“You’ll be an amazing father.” My sister smiles at me. “But don’t base your decision on this one—she’s a trap.”

“A trap?”

“Yes, she’s so perfect. Almost never fusses, sleeps every night. She’s good, a bit too good if you ask me. Babies like Nova lure you into a false sense of security, thinking this parenting thing is easy. It’s not. Ask Tilly if you don’t believe me.”

I make a face, because in my few visits to Tral Lake, I know exactly what she means. The boys are cute—don’t get me wrong—but nowhere near as laid-back as this tiny angel. Hopefully Jax and Tilly’s new little bundle is easier to manage than the twins.

“We should get going,” Robbie interrupts.

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