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“Ella was born a Carson and you had to hide that for years. That girl don’t take no shit but she loves with all her heart. She deserves the name she was meant to have, and I want my son to have it too.” Prez swallows thickly and nods his head.
“Problem is, I ain’t having them have a different name to me. So it leaves me with one option. I become a Carson with ‘em. I already asked Maddy to get the forms filled out after today, I just gotta take ‘em to city hall and get ‘em legalized.”
Prez stares back at me, his expression unreadable.
“So what d’ya say?” I ask nervously.
“I say that’s the most sense you ever spoke, son,” he croaks back, and I see it in his eyes. That same hint of pride that I saw when I was feeding Judge Jackson’s fingers into his garbage disposal unit.
“You know, I’m only gonna admit this to ya once, but I think my girl did alright,” he confesses.
“Even though I keep fucking up?” I look over to Abby as an example. I’d forgotten she was still in the room and the smile she offers me shows she still cares about Ella, and that she might be able to redeem herself.
“The only fuck up you made here was keeping it from me and not letting me help ya. We may be different but we’ll always agree on one thing, and that’s keeping our girl happy.” He grips my shoulder and squeezes.
“Thanks, Prez, not just for this, but for everything. You didn’t have to forgive me for what I did and I don’t know what I’da done if ya hadn’t of,” I admit.
“Pains me to say it, but you're a good kid and a better father than I ever was. I’m trying to make up for all those years I fucked up, Nyx, and breaking my little girl’s heart wouldn’t have been a good start now, would it?”
“Guess not,” I smirk back at him.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this… but let’s go get you married to my daughter.” He pulls that hard look back on his face and gestures his head to the door.
Three hours and two bottles of champagne later, and everyone seems to be ready. Ella looks sensational. Her brown hair falling in thick glossy waves down her back, with the front sections pinned around a small tiara.
Her beautiful white lace gown hugs her perfect figure and makes her look like the most elegant bride I’ve ever seen. Maddy looks gorgeous too in a canary yellow sun dress that matches the flowers in Ella’s bouquet.
“Come on, little man.” Maddy reaches into the playpen and lifts Dylan out, who I had the pleasure of wrestling into his mini tuxedo. It was totally worth it though, he looks adorable.
The kitchen door opens, and I almost fall backward when I see Prez. He looks unrecognizable now that he’s clean shaven, his white hair is combed back and he’s wearing a tux that matches his grandson’s.
“Wow,” I say out loud, unable to hide my shock at how handsome the old guy looks.
His eyes are too fixed on Ella to notice my embarrassing outburst, “You look beautiful,” he tells her, and I’m sure I see his eyes glass over with tears.
“Thanks Dad.” Ella beams back at him as he holds out the crook of his arm for her. “You sure you want to marry that arrogant asshole?” he asks with a smirk when she takes it.
“More than anything,” she nods. Tears fill my own eyes when I realize that I’ll never get this moment with my own Father. It’s another thing that the agency stole from me, and I feel my hatred for them swell.
“Come on, Grace, you can ride down with me and Dylan.” Maddy drags me away from the emotional moment, ushering me out of the door. She drives down to the barn and when we pull up outside, I’m shocked at how elaborate it all looks. There’s a tall arch of fresh flowers decorating the entrance, and inside I can see all the seats are covered white. There’s a matching white carpet that makes an aisle through the center of them, and waiting at the top is what looks like an actual real life priest.
Hell knows where they managed to find one of those around here.
Nyx stands beside him, waiting anxiously with Tac, and he raises his head when he spots me, Maddy and Dylan.
“I look like a fuckin’ idiot,” a low voice moans behind me. And when I turn around, Squealer is tugging at his collar and bitching to Troj and Grimm. I feel my eyes widen when I realize they’re all wearing tuxedos.
“Prez’s orders, every member of this Charter in a tux, it's only for a few hours,” Troj reminds him, adjusting his sleeves. With his hair pulled up in a high man bun and his beard neatly trimmed, he looks like a model. “I actually like it,” he shrugs confidently. “We look like secret agents or some shit.”
“We look like fucking fools,” Grimm says, his lips barely moving, and I’m pretty sure it’s the first time I’ve ever heard him speak.
“Stop moaning and get your asses inside. Ella and Prez are on their way,” Maddy shuts them all up, shooing them inside.
“I told y’all, bitches are taking this place over.” Squealer rolls his eyes at the others, before following in line and doing as he’s been instructed.
“I’m gonna go in and get a seat,” I tell Maddy.
“Oh great, tell Brax and Jessie to get out here, they’re both groomsmen,” she says, untangling Dylan’s chubby fingers from her earring.
