Page 32 of Adrian

I’m married. And the woman in front of me is the absolute right choice for me. She may have literally fallen into my arms last night, but I’m not letting her go. Not in this lifetime.

In a whirlwind, we are back up the mountain, where everyone has scrambled to turn the main house into a reception hall. It’s perfect. The cake even survived the trip in my truck.

Blair stares at her ring as she dances with me in the middle of the room. The only music is coming from a speaker attached to someone’s phone, but neither of us cares. “The ring is stunning, Adrian.”

“You like it?”

“Love it. I couldn’t have done a better job picking it out if you’d brought me along.”

“I’ll never know whether that’s true or not because you will wear that ring for the rest of your life, even if you hate it, while always telling me it’s beautiful.” I chuckle.

She swats at my shoulder. “That’s true, but in this case, I mean it. I do love it.”

My family lays out a full spread of food, and we all eat at the giant dining room table. We even take a moment of silence while my oldest brother, Andrew, says a few words about how proud Mom and Dad would be if they were here, and that he believes they are in spirit.

Blair squeezes my hand. When I look down at her, she’s tearing up. I bend toward her ear. “I’m sorry your parents aren’t here today, either, princess. Hopefully, they will understand and eventually come around. We can always do something special with them later.”

She wraps her arm around my biceps and leans into me hard. “You are the very best man I’ve ever met, Adrian Gallant. I hope you’re right, but if not, I now have an enormous family who has welcomed me beyond my wildest dreams.”

I kiss her temple, lingering because I like the feel of her skin against my lips. “I love you, Blair. I know it’s fast, but I know my heart.”

“I love you, too, Adrian. I’m praying I know your heart, also.” She brushes her cheek against my shoulder. “Now, feed me so we can eat that cake and go back to your house and consummate this marriage.”

I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. But it’s our house now.”

Suddenly, she gasps, eyes wide as she looks at me. “We didn’t do a prenup.” She slaps her forehead. “I wanted you to have the judge prepare something.”

I frown. “What the hell would we need a prenup for, Blair?”

“Because I never ever want you or anyone else to think I’m after your money. If things go wrong, we split and go our separate ways. No harm, no foul.”

Everyone is quiet; they’re all staring at us because we’re not being quiet.

Blair glances around the table. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to shout, but I meant every word of that. I’m not a gold digger.”

“Baby…” I rub her back. “We don’t need a prenup. We’re not getting divorced. I told you that last night. I’m in this marriage for life. It’s not a trial run.”

“That’s crazy, Adrian. You don’t know me.”

“Well, I know you have your own money, princess. You don’t need mine.”

“Still, I could take you to the cleaners if I wanted, which I don’t and wouldn’t. But I bet your entire family thinks we’re batshit crazy, even though they’re all being so kind.”

“They don’t, baby.” I squeeze her hand.

Rebekah giggles. “I don’t have a prenup, and I came into this marriage with a pair of ill-fitting overalls and a picture of my mother.”

“That’s more than I had,” Hannah adds. “I was wearing an old-fashioned filthy skirt and blouse that went into the trash when I gave birth to Eve a day later. I don’t have a prenup.”

“See?” I wrap my arm around my wife. “If anyone should have a prenup, it probably should be me. Your parents are going to think I’m the gold digger,” I tease.

Blair stares at Hannah. “You gave birth to Eve the day you met Aaric?”

We all start laughing.

Hannah’s entire body shakes with her chuckling. “Yes.”

Blair glances at me. “Someone needs to explain this to me later.”