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“I’m just glad Cash is close in age to Tank,” Allison said. “They’ll grow up together.”
Joni placed a hand on her belly. “And this one, too.”
“A group of hellions, mark my words,” Darcy said.
“Oh, of course,” Joni said. “A son of Zip? Hellion for sure.” She winced. “Little bastard just kicked me in the ribs.”
“He heard you talking smack,” Rachel said with a laugh. She looked at Doc. “Boxer’s getting a bit antsy down there.”
Doc rolled her eyes. “He’s probably worried I climbed out the window and I’m on the lam. He hasn’t seen me since last night. I should put him out of his misery and marry him.”
“Should I go tell everyone to take their seats?” Mia asked.
Doc nodded.
Mia went to the bedroom door, but it flew open before she got to it. Lily entered first, followed by Brooklyn.
“Aunt Doc, Uncle Boxer said to stop…” She frowned and looked up to Brooklyn. “I forgot the word he said.”
“Primping,” Brooklyn supplied with a smile.
Lily nodded, her blonde curls bouncing. “Yeah, he said to stop primping, and to get your ass down there and make an honest man out of him. Also, what does that mean?”
“She doesn’t remember the wordprimp, but she remembers the word ass,” Darcy muttered.
“Good timing, Lily Burger,” Doc said. “Go tell Uncle Boxer that we’re ready to move and groove.”
The little girl ran out of the room, the clatter of her shoes hitting the wooden stairs as she went.
“Colt’s not put out that Boxer asked Lily to be his best man, is he?” Darcy asked Mia.
Mia grinned. “Nah. He was perfectly happy to relinquish the job.”
“We should go take our seats,” Darcy said. “But first, another nip of that Bailey’s.”
Rachel and Brooklyn stayed behind with Doc, but the rest of us left the room. We took the stairs and headed toward the back yard.
“They really do have the perfect space for weddings,” Darcy commented.
“The really do,” I agreed.
Slash and Brooklyn had a few acres—enough room for a large wedding tent and for people to park and roam freely on the property. Jazz and Brielle were attempting to get people into the chairs that had been set up for the event. A jazz trio was near the back of the aisle that Doc would walk down.
Savage sat on the aisle seat, with Waverly next to him. There was an empty chair in between them and Duke.
“You look hot, babe,” Savage said by way of greeting.
I flicked his ear as I passed him.
“What?” he asked, rubbing his ear. “I gotta behave now that you and Duke are swapping spit?”
“Uh, ew.” Waverly wrinkled her nose.
I took a seat next to her and immediately Duke put his hand on my thigh.
“You don’t swap spit with Dylan?” Savage asked her.
“Can we please stop talking about spit?” I demanded.
