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Epilogue
Brynn
“Does Ryan know you’re cheating on him?”
Addison gasps, dropping a handful of popcorn and looking over at me. “How dare you? I would never cheat on my husband, Ryan Gosling. He knows about my flirtation with Mark Wahlberg. It’s strictly casual, and it’s how we keep the spice alive in our marriage.”
Killian is on the other side of the couch with Toast curled up on his lap, his phone in his hand. “This probably doesn’t need to be said, but never take marriage advice from her.”
I glance over at him with a mild smile. “What? You don’t think I should have a flirtation should our marriage ever get a little stale?”
“I mean, maybe, if you want to see me kill a motherfucker. I suppose that could spice things up.”
“Death seems an extreme punishment for flirtation,” Addison says.
“You think that’s extreme? Wait ’til you see how I’d do it.” He looks up from his phone. “We should probably get going. Ryan said he’s almost there.”
I grab the remote to power off the TV while Addison closes her bag of popcorn. “We’ll have to see if Dusty gets his girl back later.”
“I bet he does. I know Dusty is clearly toxic and I do like what’s his name, but Sara doesn’t look at him the way she looks at Dusty,” Addison reasons.
“We need to have a Marky Mark night, give your side dish a little love, too.”
Addison nods. “I think that’s fair. What do you say, Killian? You want to watch Mark Wahlberg movies with us and your friend named Mark?”
“I don’t have a friend named Mark,” he tells her.
“Maybe you should get one.”
“Maybe you should mind your place as a third wheel and not invite me on movie dates with my own wife,” he shoots back.
“Did I miss my invite to the wedding? Last I checked, she’s not your wife yet.”
“Bold to assume we’re inviting you.”
“Play nice, you two,” I say, standing and walking over to grab my purse.
Killian follows me, grabbing my ass and hauling me against him for a kiss. “I don’t have to play nice. You already agreed to marry me and there are no take backs.”
I grin against his lips. “I wouldn’t want to take that back, anyway. I can’t wait to marry you.”
“You guys should do a destination wedding and get married in Paris,” Addison suggests.
“We might,” I say, taking Killian’s hand and glancing over at her as we all make our way out of the apartment. “I like the idea of eloping. I don’t have family to invite, so it will just be Killian’s family and all our friends at the wedding if we have one. But I like the idea of a more intimate ceremony, just the two of us—well, three of us,” I amend, rubbing my still-flat belly. “Then maybe we could have a reception to celebrate with our friends after.”
“We should totally look at dresses while we’re at the bridal shop.”
We’re on our way there now. Not for our wedding, but for Silvan and Sophie’s.
Technically, Sophie’s bridesmaids ordered their dresses before I would have been invited to be one, but since Addison and I wear the same size, Killian told her to order a second dress and he’d pay for it so that if things worked out in time for Silvan’s wedding, I could join the other Blue Blood WAGs in the processional.
It’s time for all the bridesmaids to get our alterations before the big day, so Addison came over and we’re going to the shop together to try on our dresses. I haven’t gained weight yet since I can barely keep food down and I’m not far along, but I’m still a tad nervous about the dress not fitting.
Ryan is one of Silvan’s groomsmen, so he’s meeting us at the bridal shop. Killian and I are having lunch with him and Addison after, so we expected Ryan to be waiting for us, but we weren’t expecting Hex.
“What are you doing here?” Killian asks, gripping my hand a little tighter on instinct.
We don’t have issues with him anymore since we got engaged and Killian is no longer risking the wrath of Roger Whitley to be with me, but we haven’t spent enough time with Hex for that instinct to hold me a little tighter when he’s around to subside.
