Page 68 of Will (Men of Bird's Eye)

I laugh. “Oh my god, no.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I mean, maybe, but do you really want the first time we have sex as husband and wife to be a rushed quickie in the back of a limousine?” I ask, tilting my head at him.

“You’re right,” he says. “Of course, you’re right.”

“I love you,” I say. “Even if you’re a fiend.”

“I love you, too,” he says. “Even if you make me a fiend.”

Tonight, after the reception, we fly off to our honeymoon destination. Hawk and Drew are keeping Connor for us for the week, while we shack up in one of the huts over the water in Tahiti. I’ve always wanted to go to one.

I press my hand into Derek’s and lean into his chest. Derek is going on about Connor, about the wedding, about who will be at the reception, about our first dance. He’s talking a mile a minute and something about his excitement is so satisfying. A smile spreads over my face.

“What?” he asks.

“I’m just happy,” I say.

“Good,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” I say. “Finally.”

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