Page 10 of Wedhead

“I do.” Reaching out, I pat our girl’s back as she calms down in her father’s arms. Clearing my throat, I look down at my paper and decide to just wing it. “I love you so much, Cooke. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” I pause. “And it’s not because you’re stinking rich, either.”

More laughs.

“It’s because you’re everything I ever wanted in a partner. I wanted a friend and a lover and someone who’d be a wonderful father to our kids. I’ve found that and so much more.”

Handing Tayler my paper, I step up and kiss my daughter on her little head, then kiss Cooke. “Your turn.”

I expect Cooke to have a piece of paper too, but he doesn’t. He just starts talking like he’s rehearsed his vows a million times. Maybe he has.

“The first luckiest day of my life was the night I accidentally called you instead of Maxwell Quinn.”

A guy from behind us shouts, “Hear, hear.” It was Maxwell. Of course.

Ignoring the outburst, Cooke continues. “I knew you were the girl for me right then and there. Even with your disheveled appearance, I could tell you were everything I ever wanted. You were beautiful, kind, funny, and, best of all, single.”

The crowd laughs again, but I’ve got to say, “You didn’t know I was single.”

“Well….” He smirks. “I was hoping.”

“Uh-huh.”

I can’t believe we’re talking like this in front of all these people. But it feels like they aren’t even here.

“The more we talked, the more positive I was. I knew I had to do everything in my power to help you see—” He pauses and swallows. “—to help you see that I’m yours.”

I know the tears are starting again. It can’t be helped. “And I’m yours.”

Harper releases a sweet cooing sound, which just makes this moment better.

“I love you, Quinn.”

“I love you, Cooke.”

The two of us kiss each other, then our little girl.

And it’s perfect.

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