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“That went better than expected,” I say as she slides into bed beside me.
“Much better than expected,” she agrees. She lets out a soft sigh of contentment. Her dad may not be totally on board, but an I won’t stop you is better than the reverse. “Were you serious about getting married before the baby gets here?”
“Yeah,” I say softly. “I would marry you right this second if I could. We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think? Sealing our commitment legally would just strengthen our fight against whoever else might try to step in our way.”
“God, I hope there’s no one else. Though I wouldn’t expect Jeremy to stay quiet for long, and Rivera is still dancing around in the periphery, which makes me more nervous than we’ve really admitted.”
I blow out a breath. She’s not wrong…and that’s partly why I want to move forward sooner rather than later. “It makes me nervous, too. But that’s not a reason to get married.”
I lift her hand and brush my lips across her knuckles.
“Then what is?” she asks.
“Our love. Our commitment to each other and this family we’re building. I don’t know…I just have this urge to make you my wife. I know it’s what I want, and I want it sooner rather than later. Not that I know much about babies, but I feel like once he or she’s here, we’re going to be busy with a newborn, and things will get pushed off…I guess I want to focus on us while we can.”
“Oh, Linc,” she murmurs. “That’s really sweet. And it will get busy. The focus will shift a little. But that doesn’t mean that you won’t still be at the center of my world.”
“And you will be at mine, too. But that doesn’t change the fact that I want a little time with my wife before our baby arrives.” I shrug.
“Then let’s do it. Sooner rather than later, before I’m really showing. We can just do something quick, close friends and family only, and then have a celebration after the baby gets here,” she suggests.
“Next week is our bye week, so if we’re getting married during the season, this is the week to do it.” It should scare me. I’m a thirty-six-year-old man who has managed to avoid marriage to this point.
It doesn’t.
When you know…you know. And I know.
“Next week?” Her words come out in a soft little stutter. “Where?”
“We could try one of those cheesy little Vegas chapels. Or at the Complex or the stadium.”
She raises a brow as she considers that. “What about in the media room where we first connected and then reconnected again and again?”
I chuckle. “With Jack as our officiant?”
“Oh my God, yes!”
My chuckle turns to a full-out laugh at her response. “Consider it done.”
She turns toward me and sets her palm on my chest. “All this getting married talk is making me horny.”
I laugh. “Well, then, allow me to divert the topic from Jack Dalton elsewhere. White dress. Flowers. Rings. Reception.”
She reaches down to cup my cock with her palm, and I thrust into her hand.
“Makes me horny, too, I guess. Or just having you in a t-shirt and panties beside me. Or just knowing you’re about to become my wife.” I lift a shoulder as her lips come down to meet mine.
“I love you, Linc,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“I love you, too.” I pull her down on top of me, and our wedding plans are put on hold for a bit as I push into her and show her how much she means to me.
The days that follow move quickly as my attention has to shift back to the team I’m coaching. We have practice and meetings on Wednesday and Thursday, and it’s Thursday evening when my phone rings and I see it’s Spencer calling.
“What’s up, bro?” I answer.
“You sound cheerful,” he says.
“That’ll happen when you finally get things right.” I can hear the smile in my own voice as I say the words.
