Page 595 of The Winslow Brothers

“Throws?” Iz asks and holds up her basket.

“Soon, Iz,” Rem chimes in. “Soon.”

The moment has more than arrived, and the wedding planner gestures with wild hands for Lexi to start pulling the toddlers down the aisle.

And I hold my breath as she starts to go.

“Is it just me, or does it feel like trouble is brewing?” Rem whispers toward me, and I nod.

“Trouble has been brewing since Ty and Rachel thought putting our three kids in a goddamn wagon would turn out well.”

Rem sighs. I watch and wait.

And Lexi is on the move with our three kids in tow.

But when she reaches halfway, Izzy decides it’s a good idea to start tossing the petals into Ryder’s face. He laughs like a fucking maniac and picks them up and starts shoving them in Roman’s face.

And the proverbial wheels start falling off from there.

All three toddlers are losing their shit inside the wagon, and eventually, Ryder decides he’s done with it all. Out of the wagon and before Lexi can stop him, he’s running down the aisle with his hands in the air.

“Go! Go! Go!” he shouts, and Izzy and Roman take that as their signal to do the same, climbing out of the wagon and making a run for it.

“Go! Go! We go!” Roman yells.

“Wheeeeee! Go, Ro! Go, Ry-Ry!” Izzy exclaims and throws her basket in the face of an unsuspecting guest.

“Shit,” Rem mutters.

And when Ryder stops in the aisle and starts ripping some of the flower displays off the pews and my beautiful wife Daisy meetsmy eyes from her spot at the front with a look that says, “Get the fucking kids!” that’s exactly what Rem and I do.

In an instant, we jog down the aisle and try to get control of the situation.

Rem grabs Izzy, and I grab Roman and Ryder, cradling them under each of my arms like footballs.

“Wheeeeeeee!” Izzy squeals in delight.

“Whoaaaaaaaa, Dada! Funnnnnn!” Ryder shouts.

And Roman starts fucking bawling his eyes out.

Rem and I just look at each other, sweat now dotting both of our brows, and do our best to take all three toddlers with us as we move to stand behind our brother while he watches the doors open and his beautiful bride begin to walk down the aisle.

Luckily, the little lunatics settle down just enough, and when Izzy sees Rachel start to walk toward Ty, she squeals and claps her hands. “Rachie! Rachie!”

Roman and Ryder join in, but thankfully, the music is loud enough to drown out their chants.

And when I steal a glance at Ty, I see he doesn’t even notice the toddler peanut gallery behind him. He’s too busy watching the woman he loves walk toward him.

I can understand, though, because the next person I look for is Daisy.

She grins at me, her face scrunched up with hilarity as she watches me try to keep Roman and Ryder under control.

And she looks so goddamn beautiful it makes me smile.

Fucking hell, that woman. She’s my whole world.

Ty

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