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Two Days After the Wedding
The alarm wakes me up at six, and Grace doesn’t move.
It’s the second time we’ve shared a bed, but the first time, we were blackout drunk, and the second time, we were both exhausted after a full day that started with a hangover.
We made it through dinner, and we had fun at the burlesque show afterward—which my parents opted not to attend, thankfully. But it was late by the time we got back, and I’m pretty sure Grace fell asleep on my shoulder for a few minutes in the car on the way back to the Palms.
All in all, it was a nice night, though not what I would’ve expected for my first day as a married man.
Since all my brothers know, and everyone who’s here attending Grayson’s bachelor week knows, I have a feeling word will get out to the media soon that we tied the knot—if it hasn’t already.
I haven’t spent much time on my phone looking, but I wouldn’t put it past a wedding chapel in Vegas wanting the free publicity of letting the world know a pro athlete used their facilities for his wedding.
And if the media gets hold of the news, it won’t be long before Grace’s family finds out.
These are the thoughts swirling around my brain as I get dressed for the first event on today’s bachelor party itinerary, an early morning hike at Red Rock Canyon.
I’m just tying my shoes when Grace rolls over then sits up.
“Morning,” she says softly, her voice raspy from sleep. “Is it time for the hike already?”
“Morning. And yes. Did you want to join us?”
She clears her throat. “Do I have time?”
I nod. “We have about twenty minutes before we’re meeting. I was going to go downstairs and grab something to eat.”
“Order me whatever you’re having. I’ll be right down.”
I nod, and she heads to the bathroom. Day two of being married feels somehow different from day one. Day one was hangovers and confusion. Day two is starting our new normal, which apparently means early morning hikes and yogurt parfaits with coffee for breakfast.
She joins me ten minutes later, her hair pulled back into a ponytail as she wears sweatpants and a Vikings T-shirt.
I chuckle when I see her shirt. “You do know your husband was released, right?”
She lifts a shoulder. “Skol for life, babe.”
I laugh at her reference to the war chant cried by our fans.
“Get me a Storm shirt, then,” she says. “I’ll wear it.”
“Deal.”
I nod toward the untouched yogurt parfait waiting for her, and she sits beside me and digs in. I finish mine and chug my coffee, and then we head toward the front of the hotel to meet with everyone else who will be going on the hike.
I’m met with a bunch of quiet, tired people.
“Who thought six thirty in the morning was a good idea after staying out so late last night?” Asher whines when we walk up.
I chuckle. “The groom, who isn’t even here yet.”
“As opposed to the one who is?” Lincoln guesses, sidling up behind me.
I roll my eyes at Asher before I turn around. “And a top of the morning to you, too, asshole.”
Lincoln laughs. “I feel like I was in a much better mood than you are when I was a newlywed.” He glances at Jolene. “Wasn’t I?”
Jolene holds up both hands as if she’s going to sit this one out.
