“Okay, let me help.” I stand.
“No, you stay. It’s your wedding night, Mol. I love you.”
“Love you too, Daddy.” I hug my dad just a little longer than usual. “Thank you for everything.”
When I pull away, a pair of strong arms circles my waist. I lean back into the solid chest. My husband. I’m not sure I’m ever going to get used to saying that.
“I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Dad nods in our direction.
“A couple of days?” I look at him, confused, but he doesn’t elaborate.
“We’re going away, a mini honeymoon of sorts.”
“What? I can’t go away, Alfie! I have things I need to do. I need to plan for time off. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever really had time off. Shit.” I start making a mental list of everything I have to do next week.
“Relax. We’re honeymooning in Seattle. You can still go into your office, but I’ll be following you and we will be doing all sorts of honeymoon things over that fancy desk of yours.”
“You really do know the way into my panties.” I laugh. Images of Alfie bending me over my desk flitter through my mind. I spin in his arms. “I love you.”
“I love you. Now, tell me who I have to kill for those watery eyes.” His thumb brushes along each of my cheeks.
“I was thinking how much Angus would have loved this wedding,” I admit. “He told me he thought you were a keeper, and if I didn’t marry you, he had plans to.”
“I’m sorry he’s not here to see you,” Alfie says.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Okay, stop hogging my sister. I want to dance with her.” Hudson tries to pry me out of Alfie’s arms.
My husband has no intentions of letting me go. “Fuck off, Hudson. You’re not touching my wife.”
“Ah, she’s my sister. You can’t tell me I can’t dance with her. I just danced with Frankie,” Hudson counters.
“I’ll dance with you, Hudson.” I pat a palm over Alfie’s chest before pushing up on my toes to whisper into his ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll step on his feet at least twice for you.”
Alfie chuckles. “I fucking love you.” Then he leans down and claims my mouth with his.
As soon as we’re on the dance floor, Hudson spins me around. “You know, I always wanted another sister.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I like Frankie a lot more than I like Alfie,” he says.
“I wouldn’t know. I never had siblings.”
“Well, you’ve got two of them now. But if anyone asks, I’m your favorite. I’ve already started the rumors.” Hudson winks at me.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I laugh.
“You also now have a shit-ton of cousins, but they’re harmless. Mostly.”
“There is nothing harmless about your family, Hudson,” I say.
“Ourfamily, sis. They’re yours now too. And they’re harmless to family. Everyone else is on the menu, though.”
“Good to know. So, tell me, how mad is your dad really?” I keep getting the impression that Alfie’s father isn’t as onboard with this wedding as what his mother was.
“Oh, trust me, you will know when he’s mad. That’s his happy face,” Hudson grunts.
