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She nods, a smile lighting up her face. “She looks like one of my dolls,” she tells me. “Mommy said we can play together when she grows up.” But then her smile slips a little. “She cries a lot.”
I let out a scoff as Leila takes a seat beside me, watching me with a grin. “You’re really good at this, you know?”
I glance down at little Nova with a smile. “I guess I am.”
“No way. You’re not backing down.” Our attention is drawn as the guys join us, Grayson breaking out into a grin. “I’m too fucking excited to see this.”
“Grayson,” Leila snaps, her eyes narrowing before she gestures to Nova sat on my lap.
“Fu—I mean fudge. I’m sorry. I didn’t notice,” he says, apologetically.
“What are you excited to see?” I ask the guys as they join our table.
“You remember the bet about the baby?” Aiden asks, taking a seat beside his wife. “James double-downed and said he’d take five shots if he was wrong.”
“That’s not that bad,” I say with a scoff. That used to be a calm night for me back in college.
Grayson arches his brow. “Five shots of tequila.”
“Jesus,” I cringe, shaking my head. “You’re so dead.”
He laughs nervously. “It was just a joke. I always knew it would be a girl.”
Aiden laughs. “Sure you did, bud.”
He drops his head, letting out a defeated groan. “Please don’t make me do this,” he pleads.
“You’re not allowed to back out now. You’re doing those shots.”
James groans again, gripping onto his husband’s suit. “Help me,” he murmurs.
Carter laughs, tapping him on his back. “Here, let’s go get cake.”
“Ooh,” he says, lifting his head. “Alright.”
Chris lets out a laugh as he grabs a chair and sits down beside me, my head immediately dropping onto his shoulder.
“She’s so quiet,” he says, his eyes on Nova as she plays with my dress, murmuring to herself. “You think ours will be like that?”
Ours.My heart pounds as I turn my head, meeting his eyes. “No,” I say with a smirk. “I think ours will be loud, and fun, and crazy.”
Chris’s smile widens as he slides a hand to cup my face. “Just like her mom,” he says, leaning down to kiss me. “I can’t wait.”
“When can we leave?” I ask him when we pull back from our kiss.
He laughs. “Baby, it’s our wedding.”
“Which means we can leave early, right?” I say, hopeful, but the shake of his head makes my shoulders slump.
“Not quite,” he says, his lips twitching. “We still have the toast and speeches, and I want to dance with you again.” His smile slips a little. “What’s up?” he asks. “Why do you want to leave already?”
I shrug, keeping my eyes on his. “I just want to be alone with you,” I tell him.
He leans in, kissing me again, once, twice, short quick kisses that make my body shiver all the way down to my toes, wanting more. “There’s no rush, pretty girl. We have the rest of our lives.”
I groan. “You were right earlier. It’s not enough when it comes to you.”
His smile widens. “We’ll have the afterlife too.”
