Page 593 of The Winslow Brothers

Truthfully, Sophie wanted to name our baby Benjamin. Which, nothing against the Benjis of the world, but I needed my son to have the kind of name that would give him a backbone. A real foundation for the strong man I know he’ll grow up to be.

“Ca-caw! Ca-caw! Is that how I’m supposed to get my nephew’s attention?” Ty teases, and I flip him off behind Hawk’s back.

Obviously, he’s just jealous that my kid has such a badass name.

Despite the earlier chaos, the room has finally settled down, and the babies are calm enough to put back in the Pack ’n Plays.

That is, until Izzy realizes her favorite cousin is nowhere to be found.

“Lexi!” Izzy shouts, looking around the room. “Where Lexi!”

It’s not long before Roman and Ryder join in, and we’re back to the chanting.

“Lexi! Lexi! Lexi!”

Hawk starts crying again, and right on cue, the rest of the baby squad joins in.

First, Carmen.

Then, Emily.

And finally, Wes Jr.

“Can someone go get Lexi?” Ty questions, but Wes is already on the move with Wes Jr. in tow.

And I’m thankful as hell when my niece’s face appears in the doorway, her little boyfriend Connor following dutifully behind her.

I look across the room and note that Rem is basically giving the thirteen-year-old kid the stink eye, and I can’t not laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Ty asks over our crying kids.

“Rem.”

He looks across the room, and when he sees what I see, the smile on his face shows he agrees with me. “When Iz and Carmen are teenagers, our big brother is going to have a head full of fucking gray hair.”

I grin. “From your lips to God’s ears.”

A few minutes later, and after Lexi and Connor have managed to wrangle the toddlers back to the cup game and the babies have all settled down again, Julie the wedding planner steps into the room and lets us know it’s showtime.

“It’s time to head out and line up for the ceremony!” she announces and looks at Ty. “Are you ready to get married?”

And he smiles like a man who has been ready to get married since the moment Rachel turned his life upside down for the better. “I’ve been ready, Jules. Let’s do this.”

Instantly, I know what I have to do.

“I think it’s time for one last toast, before we see Ty off to his fate of holy matrimony!” I exclaim as I hand each man in the room the closest thing I can find to a drink—fucking juice boxes.

Uncle Brad stares down at the tiny Mott’s Apple Juice in his hand and scrunches up his nose. “This might be the weirdest wedding I’ve ever been to, and it hasn’t even started.”

“Pretend it’s a beer, Uncle B,” Remy tells him, and he scoffs.

“Yeah, okay.”

I ignore his dissent and proceed on to the toast. “Cheers to Ty and Rachel. May the life ahead of them be filled with love, happiness, and the kind of sex that lets Ty last longer than his usual ten seconds!”

Ty flips me the bird.

But everyone else laughs and downs their juice boxes in the manliest fashion possible, with the tiny fucking straws being the only way to drink them.

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