“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“That,” I tell him, kissing his mouth now, “is impossible.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” he says before kissing me back.
“I don’t agree to that.”
He chuckles and squeezes me, grinning so our teeth bump while we kiss. “This is a hill I’ll die on.”
I laugh, my lips on his.
“Till death do us part.”
EPILOGUE
KAYLA
Being married is the best.
Literally my favorite thing ever.
Letting people have time with my husband? Not so much.
“I don’t want to go to a party,” I grumble as Sean kisses my neck in the bathroom, under the guise of clasping my necklace for me.
“Shouldn’t you be happy that the town wants to throw you a party? It means you’ve finally made it. You’re one of us,” he says quietly, each word puffing against my ear.
I turn enough to brush my lip across his bottom lip so softly, he shivers. “Between the potlucks, fellowship nights, baseball games, and random fundraisers for the high school marching band, I’m starting to feel like I live in Stars Hollow.”
“You’re not going to celebrate that you fit in, then?”
“I’d much, much rather stay home with my husband.”
He presses me so close, my breath goes shallow. “The good news about being accepted is everyone will forgive us if we’re late.”
I laugh and tug his bottom lip into my mouth, kissing him until my lip gloss is a memory.
We show up to the old ball field a half hour late, but no one seems to mind. We enter to our friends and family cheering, along with half of the Arsenal players, including Otto … and Ryan Hall! They’re talking to Sean’s parents next to the open bar when Otto sees us and raises his glass. Sean’s parents aren’t working the event, obviously.
This is our wedding reception, after all.
My family is talking to Tripp and Jane, and my mom is holding their little baby—Tag Carville the Fourth.
They debated all sorts of nicknames, but in the end, they’re calling him Tag, named after our grandpa.
Of all the people I want to see most tonight, he tops the list.
I’m not baby hungry.
I’m baby starving.
It’s been a month since Sean signed with the Arsenal, and during that time, more and more people have lamented that they weren’t invited to our wedding. So when Clementine, Scottie, and Delia talked to the Janes and our mothers about throwing an actual reception, we couldn’t say no.
And now that I’m here, I’m happy about it.
We give out hugs like candy at a parade, and even though we get pulled into the occasional separate conversation, we find each other quickly every time.
