Page 61 of Endless Harmonies

The day is beautiful now that it’s four in the afternoon, and the slight breeze feels amazing. It’s not cold at all, and it’s wild to me that the kids are in a cute short-sleeved dress and short-sleeved shirt and pants. They are quietly looking around, but I’m sure they’ll nap for their great uncle.

The walk through the hotel was quiet with everyone in town for fall activities, and now that I’m standing at the cusp of the beach, I slip out of my shoes. Someone darts forward to pick them up and my eyes widen.

“Thank you, Marie,” Jordan says before she nods and fades back into the background. “The hotel has a fantastic wedding coordinator.”

My uncle, the networking, delegating, planning genius and legend.

We walk slowly to where there’s a gorgeous white and lavender partition on the sand so that no one can see us. Chairs are set up beyond that with guests, and then the men I’m here to marry. Usually there would be an officiant, but Jordan is doing that.

I’ve always danced to the beat of my drummer, why not continue that? Layla walks herself down the aisle as a harp begins to play. The tune is beautiful and serene, making me smile.

“I’m so glad I found you,” Jordan says, glancing at me. He looks perfectly dapper in his black tuxedo with my babies looking up at him.

“Me too,” I whisper. There was no one else that I would rather have walk me down the aisle. The wedding march begins, and we walk through the opening in the arch as it opens.

Walking slowly, I grin as I see the people that I love. We said that children were of course welcome, and Tori and her men have children in their arms as we move down the aisle. Melly grins as she tosses gorgeous flowers over us, and I giggle as they flow over Jordan and I. The babies gurgle and laugh as they watch the pretty flowers fly. I love this.

She’s ten and has such a great time not taking herself too seriously. I wish I could have been like that. Miguel and Greg grin at me as they hold their twins in their arms, and it makes me think of what it’ll be like when Dev and Saira are older.

Griffin and Tesa watch us come down the aisle with wide smiles with their kids. Jordan has stations planned for the reception, so that they can color, build forts with their blocks, and then run around the beach with sparklers. He seriously thought of everything.

Tesa’s youngest has long curly hair, and watches me with huge eyes as I walk. “Mama, she looks like a princess,” she breathes. “So pretty.”

“She does. And now she’s walking to her princes,” she says softly as I pass them.

My princes are dark, broody, and perfectly fit me. Tesa is absolutely correct.

Tyler is watching Layla, who is standing to the side, as if nothing else matters. He may have his rough edges, but he adores my sister. Mav and Atlas stare at him with brooding eyes before forcing themselves to focus on me.

It doesn’t escape me, either, that my sister is looking at anything but them.

Everything falls away as my eyes fall on Turner. He looks incredible in his tux, his tawny hair perfectly styled to stay out of his eyes. His tongue ring glints in the sun as he licks his bottom lip as he stares at me.

Turning to Roark, I grin as his caramel eyes look as if he wants to rip away the veil so he can see me. His muscles are perfectly encased in his suit, and it makes me excited to have them wrapped around my body. He gives the best hugs.

Orion’s green eyes look at me as if I’m everything he didn’t know he wanted. There’s raw need there, and he swallows hard as he tries to figure out what he’s feeling. Derek leans forward to whisper in his ear and I love how he relaxes against him. They look incredible as well, his blond hair against Derek’s dark curls. My men are beautiful.

“Step, Lenny,” Jordan’s voice murmurs in my ear as I step up. They created a little platform in the middle of the beach for us. I can see the blue waves in front of us, and this incredible peace flows through me.

Everything that I’ve been through was meant to bring me to this moment.

“You ready, Baby Girl?” Turner asks, drawing my attention away from the water. The intensity in his eyes feels like home as he watches me.

“More than ready,” I breathe.

The ceremony is perfect and sweet as Jordan talks about how Roark and I met. My eyes are overflowing again as he puts my wedding ring on my finger. “This is from all of us, I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to put this on your finger.”

My lips twitch as he raises the veil over my head.

“Aye, there’s my beautiful bride,” he says under his breath as Jordan says the words he’s been waiting for.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Though we’re a small bunch, we’re pretty damn loud. Over the sounds of the waves, everyone around us whoops and yells, especially the kids.

Saira and Devlin smile, surprisingly having stayed awake the entire time.

“Aye, I fooking plan to,” Roark growls, gingerly taking my face in his palms to kiss me. Thank God this lipstick is smudge proof, or there would be maroon all over both of our faces.

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