Page 90 of Every Single Vow
“And you didn’t tell me!” I gasp.
“It’s your wedding day!” She shrills. “We found out yesterday, and I didn’t want to ruin your day.”
“Ruin my day?” I roll my eyes. “Ivy Mayson. First of all. I’m already married, and I would have been completely content on keeping the courthouse ceremony the only wedding we had. But we both know your brother is dramatic and wanted the whole shebang.”
She laughs, swiping tears from under her eyes.
“And second. This little rugrat is my niece or nephew. I’m over the moon for you.”
Ivy is full on crying now as I cross the room to her.
“Trace is a little sneak and must have overheard us this morning.” Laiken laughs as she joins us in a group hug.
“I’m so happy for you,” I tell her.
“Maybe you’ll be next.” Laiken teases.
I glance back at Ari who’s putting on lip gloss. “Please, mine’s already potty trained and knows how to do dishes. I’m golden.”
Another knock sounds at the door and we disperse, all wiping our eyes.
Ruthie pokes her head in. “It’s time.”
Stepping onto the front porch of the farmhouse, I glance out at the yard that showcases rows of white chairs that hold our closest family and friends. A beautiful arch of wildflowers sits at the end of the aisle, along with Cooper, Maddox, and Ryder.
“I’m ready, Kota,” Trace says, a turquoise pillow resting on his tiny palms that hold our rings.
“Ok. It’s your turn,” Laiken urges him forward. “Go stand by Uncle Mads.”
He proudly stomps down the stairs, then down the aisle. Arizona follows, dropping white petals along the way. Next is Ivy and Laiken, their gorgeous blue long sleeve dresses perfect for this December weather.
“You sure you want to marry him? I got a horse saddled out back if you want to run.” Emmett smiles, stepping up next to me in his starched jeans and button up shirt.
A little yellow flower is pinned on the pocket.
I tilt my head back on a laugh. “I think I’m finally done running.”
He holds out his elbow. “Then let’s get you down that aisle.”
Chapter sixty
Cooper
I have to cover my mouth with my hand, clearing my throat when Dakota steps in my line of sight. My father escorts her toward me, a bright smile painted on her pretty face. I feel Maddox clap a hand on my shoulder as I blow out a breath.
The soft music flows from a speaker somewhere in the yard, the instrumental melody filling the air. When Dakota reaches me, my dad places a kiss on her cheek, then places her hand in mine. He nods his head at me, and I move my gaze to hers. Those blue eyes I fell in love with all those years ago shine back at me.
I love youshe mouths, her eyes sparkling.
I mouth the words back as Ernie steps up next to us.
“I’m getting Deja Vu,” he says before a chuckle vibrates from beneath his sweater vest.
The crowd laughs, and I wink at Dakota.
Ernie flips open his bible, then begins the ceremony. I don’t really pay attention. All I can do is stare at the woman I have the privilege of calling my wife. A woman that is now amom.A woman who looks like the dark shadow that’s always followed her is long gone, and she’s free to soak in the light.
“If I remember correctly. You said your vows last time.” Ernie gives Dakota a pointed look. “Do you have yours this time?”
