Page 105 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“Why are you so nervous?” my best man asked, and I let out a long breath.

“I don’t know. What if she changes her mind? What if she runs? She ran the last time,” I muttered.

“What, you think she’s going to leave Trent and Daisy behind?” He chuckled, coming up behind me.

“I’m freaking out, Tristan. Isn’t it your job to keep me from freaking out?”

“I’m trying,” he said, still grinning.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” I grumbled as I fixed my tie for the thirtieth time.

“Hilarious,” he admitted, snickering. “You’re running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and it’s still twenty minutes before the ceremony starts. It’s going to be fine.”

“So you don’t think she’s lacing up her running shoes?”

“Absolutely not. She loves you, Ollie. You and Lexiehave always been meant to be. This is just going to make it official.”

I smiled and sat down, taking in a deep breath, letting it out through my nostrils. He was right. Everything was going to be okay.

Everything was perfect and it had been for the last six months.

Lexie had moved into my house, and we were renting out the cabin to Gillian, who wanted to be closer to the kids. She was a wonderful aunt and a huge help to Lex. She also watched Trent and Daisy for us during our date nights, which were frequent.

Lexie had gotten her job back at the grocery store because she said she was going nuts being home all the time. My grandmother was thrilled to have her.

Deep down I knew there was no way she would run from this but I couldn’t help worrying about it. She ran on her wedding day before, but it was from an abusive dick—pun intended—who was now currently serving a year sentence in prison for his assault on Lexie.

Of course, Lexie and I had a few fights leading up to the wedding. Wedding planning was stressful, especially with two kids, and we still hadn’t decided on a honeymoon trip.

But a few arguments and slammed doors wouldn’t make her run, would it?

A knock sounded on the door, and I called for them to come in.

My heart pounded, hoping it wasn’t someone telling me the bride was missing.

My father stood in the doorway, looking at me with wet eyes. “Oliver. You look sharp, son.”

I sighed in relief. “Dad. Thank you.” I smiled. “You lookpretty sharp yourself.” His suit hid most of his beer belly and showed off his broad shoulders.

He chuckled. “Your mother thought so.”

I wrinkled my nose. Ever since they’d gotten back together, they’d been publicly affectionate to each other in a way they never had before the separation, and it was taking some getting used to.

“How’s Lex?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“Your mother is in the bridal room with her. Something about hair. You know I don’t understand women speak.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, Dad, you certainly don’t.”

Tristan stayed quiet. Although Lexie and my father’s relationship had been repaired for the most part, Tristan wasn’t so forgiving. It was understandable, at least to me, and my dad seemed to take it in stride.

“They should be ready soon,” Dad said. He came over and hugged me tightly before he left the room.

Tristan released the breath he’d been holding, and I winced slightly.

“You all right?”

“I’m good,” he said, giving me a slightly weak smile. “What about you? You over your crisis?”

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