Page 106 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“It wasn’t a crisis,” I muttered. Tristan squeezed my shoulder.

“Then let’s take our places.”

Tristan led me to the altar then clapped me on the shoulder before walking down the aisle to take his own place.

The priest smiled at me and I gave a weak smile back.

I couldn’t wait to see Lexie.

My mother waved at me before waving Daisy’s littlehand, and I waved back at them, smiling. Daisy had been such a sun ray in our lives.

She was babbly and happy, sleeping through the night at just a couple of weeks old. She adored Trent more than anything in the world, crawling to follow him around and mimicking him with noises.

Trent, on the other hand, was the world’s most overprotective older brother, always right beside his little sister, always worried she might get hurt. They were adorable together, and Lexie had taken on the role of mother like she’d been born to play it. She’d redecorated the house to make it have a woman’s touch, whatever that means.

Tristan had been right. Lexie would never run from Trent and Daisy, even if I thought she might run from me. I had to trust her. I had to keep trusting her because there was a time where I didn’t, and it wrecked my life.

Everything had been terrible without Lexie, and now that she was back, I wasn’t going to waste a moment.

Finally, the music started, and the groomsmen began ushering the bridesmaids down the aisle.

Gillian was the maid of honor, and a few other friends and family rounded out the bridal party. Krista and Raoul from the bar, and Clayton who sold me the place, were also included.

It seemed like the whole of Wagontown was there, filling up the pews. The place was packed full.

I waited patiently for Lexie to walk down the aisle, and when she did, my breath caught in my throat. She had her veil down so I couldn’t make out her face, but her cream-colored dress had a plunging neckline that showed her cleavage, and it was tight across her hips, which had widened after having Daisy.

She looked unbelievable, and tears burned at the backs of my eyes.

When she arrived at the altar, I took her hand, pulling her to me, and lifted the veil.

Her green eyes were bright and clear. I was the only one crying, apparently. She smiled and reached up to thumb tears from my face I didn’t even know had fallen.

“You big softie,” she murmured in a low tone, and I chuckled.

“You just look so beautiful.”

The priest started his speech, telling the audience that he was honored to be officiating our wedding, and I smiled at him. He was an old family friend who had actually married my parents, and though he was getting on in age, he was still a great speaker.

When it was time for the rings, Trent strolled down the aisle as if it was a catwalk in his little charcoal gray suit, and I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear when he brought us the rings.

Lexie leaned down and kissed him on the cheek and he grinned up at her before going to sit with his grandmother. He promptly put Daisy on his lap, and she leaned back against him, comfortable as could be.

The vows went by in a flash. Soon enough, I was kissing Lexie as her husband and running outside while being pelted with bird seed that got in Lexie’s hair and into my suit jacket pockets.

The limo was taking us right to the reception. We were eager to get the party started with our friends and family.

“I’m so glad I can drink,” Lexie said, and I snorted out a laugh.

“That’s the first thing you say as my wife?” I teased.

“You try being pregnant for nine months and thenbreastfeeding for three,” she pouted. “I think it’s past time to have a glass of wine.”

“Of course, baby,” I crooned, kissing her neck.

She moaned. “Any way we can get this limo to park before we make it to the reception?”

“Probably not,” I said mournfully, and Lexie giggled. “We have all night to consummate the marriage,” I smiled, kissing her softly.

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