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That wouldn’t happen until exactly two days later and we had to pay for the damages.

But it was so worth it.

Chapter 17

Zeke

“I cannot believe you talked her into this,” Mackenzie said at my back as we stood there, waiting to be let off the plane.

Yes, a plane.

I grinned, and before I could say a word, my woman did it for me, “You wouldn’t believe what he can talk me into when he uses his mouth on my vagina.”

The stewardess obviously had a coughing fit, trying to hide her laughter.

“You know, you really shouldn’t say stuff like that in public,” Conleigh said in a mere whisper.

And then Harlow followed up behind her while laughing, “Yeah, right.”

That single comment had all the girls laughing their asses off.

Which also caused a few bystanders to either snarl their noses at us, or look at the women like they were queens. Because they were.

Cam called out from behind me when he asked, “So, what made you decide to do this?”

I wrapped my arm around Savannah and pulled her into me, taking her weight as best as I could. Then when she tilted her head back and kissed my jaw? Fucking perfect. “It took me months to get her to agree to be my wife, no way in hell was I giving her the chance to say no. Plus, if we would have waited another week, it wouldn’t have been safe for her to fly.”

Mackenzie chirped in then, “Thankfully, I’m here so in case something happens, we have a midwife on hand and a doctor ready and willing.”

Chuckles and grunts followed the rest of our party as we stepped off the plane.

And outside of the little chapel, my woman was squealing at my side in the limo we had rented when she saw the two people that were standing there outside the doors.

Gaston and Felicia had made the trip when I told them she agreed to be my wife.

I also talked to them about a few other things, and have been sworn to secrecy.

Two hours later Savannah became Mrs. Zeke Scott Coleman in a cute little dress that surprised the fuck out of me where she found it.

If you don’t think you can find the perfect wedding dress at a costume shop, then you need to check them out.

Honestly, it looked just like the dressMarilynhad on when she played her role inThe Seven Year Itch. The dress was iconic.

Five hours later, after gambling, we had collectively made fifty-two thousand dollars.

That’s impressive right? That’s what happens when you have twenty people playing. Melia and Greek stayed behind to watch the little ones with the help of the bigger kids.

And yeah, our friends and family were like that, they handed it to us to start up a college fund for our little one. Our little one that we wanted to be surprised by.

We both had a great time, and even the four-thousand-dollar hotel bill didn’t dim our happiness in the slightest due to the broken bed. Because the wide smile on my wife’s face as I slid over my card, fucking worth every god damned penny.

“Worth it,” I told her as I leaned my head down and pressed a kiss on her temple.

She looked up at me and smiled, “I know. It so was.”

It was even more worth it when I saw my wife walking with the women to get something to eat at the airport with her property patch on her back.

That caused a memory of this very morning to run through my head, which caused my dick to get hard.

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