Page 11 of aBound Wedding
I slap his shoulder. “Thank Christ. Can’t hold that shit from my woman much longer, and she’ll be ecstatic to be an aunt.”
“Yeah.”
I pull him in and slap his back a few times. “Let’s go get drunk, daddy.”
He gives me a smirk. “Amen to that.”
This is a time to celebrate.
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Emery
We knewthat today would be an early one, but fuck me, Bristyl wanted brunch early. Judging from her puffy eyes, she’s regretting it.
Jacks wraps his arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Love you,” I say, snuggling into him.
“Isn’t that a song?” he teases, and I lightly smack his chest.
“Smartass.”
“At least I’m smart.”
He is. After getting shot, we had a rocky time only because he wouldn’t let me be. He didn’t give up, though, not until the doctor checked me a million times. But I guess that’s what you get when you get a badass, alpha male.
I’m just happy to be here with my family to celebrate.
Food is consumed while Cooper and Bristyl open their cards. We all decided to go the card route so we weren’t hauling shit back and forth.
Cooper smiles at Bristyl, their love burning bright.
Jacks reaches around him and pulls out a box, holding it out to me.
“What’s this?” I say, taking the box from him. “Is it for Coop?”
“Nope, open it and see.”
My heart thumps hard in my chest as a smile graces my lips. Opening it up, there is a blank piece of paper inside, and I quirk my brow at my man. “Turn it over.”
Surprise fills me along with warmth. The picture is a large structure that has a very large swing hanging from it. It’s called a sofa swing, and I’d shown Jacks a picture of it a while back, telling him that it would be perfect by the pond.
“You’re getting me this?”
“They’re building it while we’re here.”
Clutching the picture and dropping the box, I wrap my arms around my man. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you. Any-fucking-thing.”
Damn, I love this man. He knows me inside and out. Forever.
A piercing whistle comes across the room, and I see my brother standing at the head of the table, Rylie next to him. All attention goes to them.
Deke holds three small boxes in his hand and yells, “Mom, Dad, Emery, come here.” His order is met with my eye roll. I go to move out of Jacks’ arms, but he grabs my hand and comes with me. Whatever, I’ll have him by my side without hesitation.
Deke hands me one of the boxes, while Rylie gives my mother and father theirs. Deke says, “Open them.” He wraps his arm around his woman, pulling her close into his body.
My mother looks at me then my father. She shrugs, and we all open the boxes. Pulling off the lid, my heart stops beating in my chest. A small white pacifier sits surrounded by yellow tissue paper.
