Page 107 of Accidental Baby Daddy

The Pig in the Poke was decked out for the event, with balloons and streamers everywhere, blown up pictures of Lexie and me when we were young, pictures of Lexie in her hospital bed after having Daisy. My favorite picture was one of Trent and Daisy after she was first born. Trent was looking down at her, smiling, as she looked up at him with wonder.

My heart ached at how much I loved everyone there, even including my father. I was still so angry that we had been forced apart by his actions, but perhaps we needed that time apart to figure ourselves out. Now we had a wonderful life together as a real family.

Lexie was on her third glass of champagne when she looked up at me with glassy eyes. “How are you, husband?”

“Not as tipsy as you, wife,” I teased, and she smacked me playfully on the shoulder. I just laughed.

“Remember when we split that bottle of champagne out at Lover’s Look?” she asked, giggling.

“I do. I remember you werewildthat night,” I murmured into her ear, pulling her close and kissing her temple.

“I was. So you remember what champagne does to me?”

My eyes widened. “Oh?”

“Oh, indeed. You’re in for a hell of a wedding night,” she joked.

Krista came over to congratulate us as Tristan called me over for a drink. I sipped the whiskey with a sigh.

“Been a long time since I’ve had whiskey,” I said. “I gave it up for the most part after Lexie got pregnant.”

“You’re going to be a really good husband,” Tristan said. “Don’t know that I could do that.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What, sacrifice for your wife?” I asked with a chuckle. “You thinking of making an honest woman out of Elena?”

He flushed a deep red. “We’re still just dating,” he mumbled, and I barked out a surprised laugh.

“Oh, so you admit you’re dating now? Is it exclusive?”

“Yes,” he said defensively.

“So she’s your girlfriend.”

“Please don’t say that word,” he mumbled, and I laughed again, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Congrats, buddy. You deserve happiness.”

He smiled up at me, and I found myself feeling a wave of affection for my old friend. He could have treated me like a jerk for the rest of his life but he hadn’t. He’d accepted my apology and we’d gone right back to being best friends.

By the time the reception was over, my head was spinning from the alcohol. Lexie was hanging on my arm, smiling, and flirting with me. I was ready to get the hell out of there.

We said goodbye to all our family and friends then kissed the kids before sending them off with Aunt Gillian.

As I helped Lexie out of her dress back at the hotel—which was a feat in itself, especially with our level of inebriation—I had a question to ask her.

“Where do you want to honeymoon?” She asked.

“Hawaii? The Bahamas? Paris?” I suggested.

She shook her head. “Nothing like that.”

“Don’t tell me you want to go somewhere cold,” I groaned.

She laughed. “Nothing like that, either.”

“Then where do you want to go?” I asked incredulously.

Finally, the buttons on the wedding dress cooperated and the dress slipped off her, leaving her bare. I’d already taken off my shirt and stood there in my slacks, looking her up and down hungrily.

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