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They recited their vows and exchanged rings. He slid the matching custom diamond band on her finger. She slipped a black zirconium band onto his. And then he kissed his wife.
He lifted her into his arms, baby belly and all, just as he had that night, and he kissed her. He probably would have kept on kissing her too if Dillon hadn’t tapped him on the shoulder. Brendan shrugged, unembarrassed, and eased her down to the ground.
They posed as Monica’s wife, Danielle, instructed for countless pictures. Dillon had his arm around Kelly for a shot and Brendan overheard him try to hit her up. “You wore that for me, didn’t you? You know I like slinky, babe.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Gonna let me help you get out of it later?”
“Do you still own a penis?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Then the answer is still no.”
Poor Dillon.
Brendan turned to his cousin and winked as they walked the trail back to Park Place. “Be mindful, Dillon. The fair folk are about tonight.”
It worked for him, didn’t it?
Their backyard looked like a faerie garden. Twinkling white lights everywhere. Surrounded by the love of their family. It was all he could see. Venery had a little platform off to the side, acoustic equipment set up on it. They took their places and Monica escorted him and Katelyn to the center of a makeshift dance floor.
Taylor spoke into the mic. “The boys and I wrote a song for you two. We’d like to play it for you now.”
Sloan pulled Chloe from her chair to stand with him at the mic, much to everyone’s surprise. The song started off slow and folksy. It sounded like the song Katelyn made her entrance to, but there were words to go with the melody now. Brendan took her in his arms and they swayed to the music.
Their first dance was to a song written by his best friends just for them.
Halfway through the song everyone was clapping to the beat and Chloe was belting out background vocals to Sloan’s lead. He glanced at all the faces there. Love lit up every one of them.
The future was bright.
It was all he could see.
…A promise is a promise.
It’s not like this tattoo hurt worse than any other one he’d gotten, but it was in a delicate area where men do not want to feel any pain. Rubbing the excess ink off was bothering him more than anything. The gauze chafed and irritated him.
Katelyn couldn’t watch. She held his hand, patting the baby swaddled to her chest. A tuft of ginger curls peeked out of the blanket. Their son, Declan James, who they named after his grandfather Byrne and his father, definitely favored his Irish lineage. Jesse was still going on about how he got two presents on his thirtieth birthday. The news that Chloe was expecting a daughter and the arrival of his nephew all on the same day.
“Gah,” he groaned.
“Are you sure you want me to do the butterfly? If you don’t we can stop now. The other part is done.” Sweat was beading on the tattoo artist’s forehead. He probably wanted this over with as much as Brendan did.
Katelyn glanced over to him. “Really, baby. You don’t have to. I didn’t expect you to do this.”
He was her butterfly man, goddammit. “Do it.”
Brendan turned his head and concentrated on his beautiful wife and their precious son sleeping peacefully at her breast. “I love you and I promised. Besides, I figured now was a good time since your pussy is on hiatus.”
The tattoo artist put the gun down. “Now my dick’s on hiatus too.”
There, inked down his shaft in gothic script, with the K resembling a butterfly’s wing, was his wife’s name. Just as he’d promised.
“I love you, Katelyn.”
“I love you too.”
