Page 122 of Totally Shipped
Malcolm cuts through my thoughts of how I’d like to punish Daisy for her sass. “Do you, Rex Henryk Malone…” he asks, “ take Daisy Mae Jackson, to be your wedded wife?”
Malcolm pauses, and I can see him forcibly suppressing an eye roll.
What’s going on?
“Do you promise to live long…and prosper with her?” Malcolm asks me.
Daisy starts giggling. That girl.
“I do,” I grin, "I really do.”
LEANDER
Daisy is glowing. There is a luminosity to her skin, and her eyes are huge and dreamy. She looks so beautiful. I could gaze into those eyes forever. And in fact I will.
“Ahem, Leander?”
I drag my gaze away from Daisy and onto my brother. “Sorry, Malc. I just got caught up looking at my girl.”
My stoic brother actually cracks a smile. “She is lovely, but I’ve got kind of an important question for you.”
“Hit me,” I tell him.
“Do you, Leander Fontaine Alexander Westhall, take Daisy Mae Jackson,” Malcolm asks me, “to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“You bet I do,” I say, looking at my almost wife. “Forever and ever. And if I die before you, I’ll become one of those horny ghosts that ravish you in your bed at night.”
Daisy giggles. I love her so much. I love everyone around me. I take a moment and look at Rex. He grins and gives me a nod. Then Gray and Killian, then Malcolm.
Malcolm has given me no shit about our polycule situation. He may seem a little straight-edged, but he is good-hearted and just wants me to be happy.
“Lea, you never do what is expected, so why break the habit of a lifetime?”he told me.
Jasper had just asked if Killian’s sister, Molly, was single. Those Irish accents, shit, they are like catnip to some people.
Do I, Leander Fontaine Alexander Westhall, take Daisy Mae Jackson, to be my lawfully wedded wife?
I give Daisy’s hand a squeeze. “So much, yes.”
Fuck yes. I want to shout it to the hilltops. And why not?
I turn to our friends and family. “And once again for those at the back, YES!” Grabbing Daisy, I dip her low and kiss her hard. Her tits nearly explode out of the neckline of her dress, and I don’t mind that at all.
Straightening back up, Daisy giggles and pulls her bodice around, while Killian passes me the ring.
The one ring to wed us all.
I think it’s beautiful that Killian is letting me put his grandmother’s ring on Daisy’s finger. We’d discussed four rings, but Daisy had nixed that idea.
“Just Killian’s ring. I don’t need a piece of jewelry from all of you. I want the ring that went through all our adventures with us.”
And Killian wanted me to place it on her finger.
“Your name is on the legal document, so I want this ring to be what legally binds us.”
It’s my honor. I slide the ring onto her finger, tears in my eyes.
“I, Daisy Mae Jackson,” she says, gazing first at me, then Killian, Gray and finally Rex, “take you, Leander Fontaine Alexander Westhall, take you Killian Finley Lonergan, take you Gray Elvis Tyson and you, Rex Henryk Malone…to be my lawfully wedded husbands, forever!”
