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Chapter Eight
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I’m still smiling as I drop my phone into my pocket and head out of the storage room and into the bar. Picking up the phone and calling her was completely on a whim, but I have to admit, I’m a bit ecstatic with the results.
Since the moment I met her, I knew that she’d be my everything. Sure, it was a bit messy at times, especially there in the beginning, but it all worked out as it was supposed to in the end. She’s my wife – my life – and has given me three beautiful kids.
Now I want more.
If she would have said no, I’d be okay with that. Of course, I’d take my time trying to convince her later tonight, but at the end of the day, this is her decision. I’d have a dozen if she’d let me, but I know that’s not logical. I wasn’t kidding when I said a basketball team. Five. Five little kids with her emerald green eyes and firecracker spirit. I’m not sure if we’ll get there or not, but I’m sure as hell going to love the fuck out of trying for them.
“Why are you smiling? You get lucky in that closet?” Ryan asks, nursing his beer at the bar.
“Definitely not,” I answer, patting him on the back as I sit down. “My wife is occupied at the moment.”
“You had phone sex,” Orval chimes in from the end of the bar. Everyone looks down at him and then at me.
“Really?” Dean asks, his eyes smiling as wide as his lips.
“Not really, but I did enjoy talking to my wife,” I answer before taking a big pull from my beer bottle.
We all sit at the quiet bar on this Saturday afternoon, eating chips and salsa, peanuts, and popcorn. Rhenn, Nick’s friend and best man, comes in a few minutes later.
“Sorry I’m late, fellas. I had a prior engagement that needed attending to,” he says, a smug smile on his face.
“And by attending to, he means either a barely legal blonde or a recent divorcee,” Nick mutters, shaking his head.
“Don’t be jealous, Nicky boy. Not my fault you’re stuck with the same flavor of ice cream for the rest of your life,” Rhenn adds, slapping his friend on the back and giving him a wolfish smile.
“I don’t want more flavors. I want Meghan,” he replies, earning an agreement from pretty much every guy in the room.
“You boys don’t know what you’re missing,” Rhenn says right before he orders a beer from Lucky.
“I think you don’t know what you’re missing,” I reply. The thought of dating, either casually or otherwise, makes my gut churn.
“I keep telling him that someday he’ll get smacked upside the head by the right woman. She won’t have triple D’s or bleached blonde hair,” Nick starts.
“That sounds horrible,” Rhenn grumbles, shivering in disgust.
“But she’ll have you firmly by the balls. It’s coming,” Nick says, popping a peanut into his mouth.
“We all fall someday,” Sawyer adds.
“Nope. Not me. I’m never falling again,” Rhenn says, averting his eyes, but not before I catch something dark and stormy brewing. Something tells me there’s a story there and it didn’t end so well for him.
“I’m getting hungry,” Nick says, pulling the small cardboard menu from the napkin dispenser.
“Me too. Where the hell is Levi?” Dean asks, glancing toward the door.
“He’ll be here,” my father-in-law says just before the door opens.
“About time you showed up,” I holler as Levi steps inside the bar.
“I think he was gettin’ some,” Ryan adds with a smirk.
“Definitely. There’s only one reason a man is late to hang with his buddies, and it isn’t because he was stuck in traffic,” Dean quips from his seat.
“Leave him alone, guys. He’s still in the honeymoon phase,” Sawyer defends, popping peanuts into his mouth.
