Page 162 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

I try to be a fierce, white, baby dragon as Daisy and Mac propel me forward but really I’m a sobbing baby dragon. Everyone stands as I walk down the aisle, which I’m notprepared for. A lot of them wave and smile at me. I try to smile back even as I blubber.

As Cynnie and Vashi move to the left at the end of the aisle, I finally see the people waiting for me. A bald Elvis. A red-haired Elvis. A nerd Elvis wearing a shirt that says, “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” over the IP address for a well-known porn site. An Elvis wearing a black, red, and gold jumpsuit instead of the white jumpsuits that fill the audience. An Elvis that’s powder-blue head to toe. A dreadlocked Elvis. A GI Elvis at the end.

I smile tearily at all of them.

GI Elvis salutes and the Elvi part neatly.

My Dark Knight steps forward through the Elvi gap.

My heart thumps so hard in my chest it bruises my ribs.

Daddy’s wearing black leather. I’ve seen him in black leather before, of course but this is seriously hot black leather: boots, leather pants that show off his sculpted thighs, a waistcoat that buttons up to his chin. He’s not wearing a shirt under the waistcoat and his muscled, bare arms show under the edges of a cape with a high collar that frames his face. The leather of the cape and waistcoat are tooled into scales. In one hand he carries a golden leash.

Dragon-Tamer Daddy.

Daisy and Mac stop in front of him. Mac takes my bouquet as Daisy folds my veil back. They pat me before they move away to join the other attendants.

Daddy’s dark eyes slide down me, taking in my tiara with its tiny, pink-jeweled horns, my winged cape covered in golden-edged scales and decorated with iridescent white sequins, the matching bustier and train, the white tutu edged with pink ribbon that falls mid-thigh, revealing my old pink and white stripey thigh-highs held up with a borrowed garter.

With Daddy’s hot, wolfy gaze on me, my knees give out. I drop onto them.

Daddy takes a step forward and clicks the hook of the leash through my collar. “Mine.”

“Yours, Daddy,” I whisper.

He holds out his hand. I take it and try to stand but I’m shaking all over. He draws me into his arms. “Hug me, little girl. Hug your Daddy and know that everything’s okay. I love you so much. Nothing will make me prouder than making you my little wife.”

I swallow the huge lump of tears in my throat. “I love you, too, and I want to be your wife, I’m just super-emotional.”

He kisses my forehead gently. “Me, too, sweetheart. My knees are knocking together so hard they’re going to cause an earthquake.”

I giggle. “Not as hard as mine.”

“Twice as hard as yours. C’mon, baby. I got a ring with your name on it. You want it?”

I have one for him, too. “So much, Daddy.”

“I think Bald Elvis wants a word.”

Giggling, I let him lead me two steps forward. He keeps hold of my hand. His palm is a little sweaty.

I turn, expecting to see the portly officiant.

Master Javier smiles at me.

“Bald Elvis?” I ask, grinning.

He winks at me. “Welcome, friends. We’re gathered here today to celebrate the union of this Daddy with his little ...”

I hiccup and the tears start again.

“Logan and Emily, have you come here to give yourselves freely in marriage?” Master Javier asks.

“I do,” I whisper.

There are soft chuckles around me.

Daddy squeezes my hand. “We have,” he says.

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