Page 140 of The Proposal Pact
“Hands off my pig,” I say, taking her from the owner and lift her up to my eye-level. “You better be a good girl for mommy!”
She oinks in answer, and I take that as agreement.
“Great! Now let’s get you ready. We have a wedding to go to,” I say and take out a small tutu skirt and a pink collar Alec and Jacob suggested I buy.
Over the last month, I’ve gotten to know the pair better, and even I have to admit, not all of their ideas are completely off the rocket.
Most. But not all.
“Never mind.NowI’ve seen it all.” Luke deadpans as I put it on the pig.
“Shut it,” I tell him, scooping her up and straighten my mint green suit.
Like the Shrek I am, Sophie told me when she chose who wears what color for our wedding.
Honestly, I’d wear a fucking tutu as well if that’s what my wife wanted. I’d wear and do anything to make her happy.
Because that’s what I live for. I live for my chaotic wife.
Hence the pig and the second “official” wedding.
Sophie told me she didn’t need one, but I wasn’t about to have my girl miss out on any experiences. Including that damned bachelorette party Grace and Fanny threw her last week.
I’m still finding glitter all over our apartment.
The only thing she was adamant about is that the ring I originally got her stays, and I easily agreed because choosing that ring was the easiest thing I’ve done apart from falling for my little menace. It screamed “her” as soon as I saw it back then.
“Okay, let’s go before the girls behead us!” Alec says, and we all get into my new SUV.
“I can’t believe you got a fucking pet pig,” Luke grumbles from the passenger seat, eyeing her on my lap. “You know that means I’ll have to get a fucking pig too!”
I laugh. “Sounds like a you problem to me, mate.”
We arrive at the venue, and as soon as we park Vassar runs up to the car. “Where the hell have you been? The wedding is about to start!”
“He was getting a fucking pig,” Luke grumbles once more, making Vassar frown.
“A what?”
I lift up our small pig. “A pig.”
“The fuck?” His eyebrows shoot up but whatever else he was about to say gets cut off by a high-pitched excited squeal coming from his oldest daughter, Victoria.
“Oh my gosh, Uncle Clover! Whose piggy is that?” she asks excitedly as her blonde curls bounce and the pretty pink flower girl dress swishes around her running feet.
I smile wide and crouch. “It’s a present for your auntie Sophie.”
“It is?” Her eyes grow wide, a toothy smile in full display.
Victoria, or Vee for short, is eight and one of the brightest, happiest kids I’ve ever met.
I nod and spot her younger brother Killian running up to us with Kira close behind.
“Do you think you can keep her company until the ceremony starts?” I ask the kids and they nod eagerly.
“Jesus Christ, what love does to grown sensible people.” Vassar sighs, but there’s a smile on his face.
“Tell me about it,” Luke grumbles from the side, raising his phone to his ear. “Yeah, I need another pig. Do you have any?”
