Page 20 of Her Kensington
“And you thought you’d get married without your mother there!” she chastises, but I can see a smile creeping on to her lips as she says it.
“It…uh…wasn’t planned,” Summer stutters.
“I know I gave you the ring, should you need it, but I wasn’t expecting you to marry her there and then.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing at the looks on everyone’s faces as they stare between the three of us. “We promise to do it all again properly. Summer missed most of it anyway.”
I go on to explain how we ended up married while Summer sits and squirms in her seat. I don’t think this was how she planned her first time meeting my family to go.
It’s only an hour later when Danni announces she’s got to go but she tells Summer she’ll be up in the morning to take her out. I must have missed those arrangements taking place but I couldn’t be happier that my sister is taking her under her wing. My parents say their goodbyes not long later and leave us to our first evening as a married couple in our home.
“Your family is awesome. They’re so supportive of you.”
“I’m pretty lucky. They’re your family now too, don’t forget that.” She nods but I don’t think she appreciates that she’s now one of us.
Putting my glass down, I slide over to her side of the sofa. “What are you thinking about?” I ask, dragging her from her silent thoughts.
“That I quite like it here.”
“Mmmm…that’s sooo good to hear,” I say as I run my nose around the shell of her ear. She relaxes under my touch and her hand slides up my chest until it’s wrapped around my neck. “I didn’t think they were ever going to leave.” I pepper kisses across her collarbone and onto the swell of her breasts exposed by her low cut dress. “Let’s take this upstairs. I think we should christen our bed.”
“Harrison did she—”
Placing my fingers to her lips, I stop any more words falling from her. I don’t want her name even muttered when my full attention should be on my wife.
“No, Summer. This is our home, just mine and yours.”
She smiles up at me, her eyes soft and full of emotion.
“I’m glad.”
“Forget about all that. This is about you and me, and only you and me.” A little voice in my head tells me that I’m not exactly telling the truth, but I once again bury it as deep as I can—for now, anyway.
