Page 63 of Entangled By You
“Alright, let’s get you hitched so I can get out of this monkey suit.”
That lightens my mood, and a smile blooms on my face as we step outside. My eyes find the man I almost lost from one life-altering decision, but the universe has a way of righting our poor choices for us.
The ceremony sped by in a blur. I think I blacked out until I heard the officiant mutter the words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
Did I say my vows right? It doesn’t matter, because I’m officially Mrs. Pierce Everett.
Pierce grips the back of my neck, hauling me into him with all the gentleness of a bull in a glass shop, and the crowd goes wild. When he pulls back and looks in my eyes, the same tears I’ve been fighting to keep at bay are reflected back at me.
“My wife.”
“My husband,” I pause, soaking in the moment before adding, “And the father of my children.” I let my hand fall to my stomach as he follows the movement.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I answer with a chuckle, a smile splitting my face as his eyes light with excitement. “I hope you’re ready for round two because this is it. I swear to God, Pierce, you’re getting a vasectomy.”
He ignores my threat, gripping me around the waist, lifting me from the ground, and spinning us around in circles. Whenhe stops us toward the group still cheering us on, he reaches for my fingers, hoisting them up into the air, clasped with his.
The officiant announces over the speakers, “Mr. and Mrs. Everett.”
I look around at the people staring back at us, and it washes over me just how different my life is now. Compared to those six years that I felt numb and drowning in my own self-imposed loneliness to prove my father’s untimely death wasn’t an accident, it’s surreal. And a bit overwhelming at times.
I’ve always had Harlow, and I knew Silas was only a phone call away, but now I have this entire group of people who would do anything to ensure my safety. Whohavedone unspeakable things to keep my family together. That’s the club life, and it’s not something I’ll ever take for granted again.
Pierce leads me up the steps of the back porch and into the house. Our party will stay outside while we take a few minutes to bask in our newfound matrimony alone.
“I love you, Princess.”
“I love you too, husband.”
His lips descend, capturing my moan the second his warm skin touches mine. I could get lost in the way this tongue parts the seam on my lips for access. The way he pulls me in so close, there’s no space between our bodies. The way his love washes over me, and sends me floating on a cloud of it.
I guess this princess finally got her happily ever after. She just needed help slaying her dragons first.
