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And when he looks up at me, I lift the little plastic bag with two Skittles sugar cookies in it.
Without saying a word, Hans takes the bag, removes the cookies, then shoves both of them into his mouth.
Savannah
Mr. Cantrell spinsme around in my art studio turned dance floor one last time, then laughs and presses a hand to his chest. “If I don’t go sit down, someone is going to have to call the paramedics to get me off the floor.”
He hugs me, then makes a show of staggering off toward the chairs in the courtyard.
“Mind if I cut in?” King rumbles from beside me.
I turn to my husband and lean into his chest.
He wraps his arms around me, and we rock slowly together while the fast-paced music thuds around us.
I loved our vow renewal and have no regrets about our unconventional ceremony, but this might be the best wedding I’ve ever been to. It’s so full of love.
King settles his hand on the back of my neck. “I’m pretty sure Cassie’s parents would adopt us all if they could.”
“They really would.” I smile against him. “I have to admit, I wouldn’t say no.”
King hums his agreement.
Dom is the only one out of all of us with a parent worth speaking of. And we all love Bibi, but she doesn’t like to leave Chicago, so we only get to see her when we visit. Which we should do more.
Aspen, my sister-in-law, dances into view with her boyfriend, Rob, and I can feel King’s sigh.
He pretends to disapprove, but Rob is a good guy. And as Dom’s second in command of the Chicago mafia, he’s perfectly suited for Aspen’s intensity.
Aspen shuffles over, cookie in her hand. “Is this the one you made?”
I look at the sugar cookie with the yellow bits in it and smile. “It is.”
“They’re good.” She grins and pops the last bite in her mouth.
Rob lifts Aspen’s hand to his mouth and licks the crumbs off her fingers.
“Oh, fuck off,” King grumbles, then turns us the other way.
I can’t help my laugh. They do such a good job of needling him.
Then I realize a cookie sounds like a good idea, so I drag King toward the dessert table.
Each of us girls picked a cookie from Cassie’s food blog and made them as our wedding present to her. Even the men made some, with Nero choosing Cassie’s twist on Rice Krispies bars that are made out of popcorn instead of cereal.
As soon as we showed her the desserts, Cassie broke into big, noisy tears, making the three batches of corn cookies that I had to throw away after burning them totally worth it.
Val
“I’ve always wantedto do this.” Cassie grins, then turns her back to us, ready to toss her bouquet into the air.
While Payton does the countdown, I look across the room to where my husband is standing. He’s talking to King, and his big, tattooed hands are gently cradling Danielle, our infant daughter, to his chest.
I’ll never get tired of the sight.
He’s a wonderful father. But that’s no surprise. And as soon as I’m done breastfeeding, I’m going to have Dom give me another tattoo. It will be a different name this time, but I don’t think he’ll mind.
“One!” Payton yells, and Cassie throws her bouquet.
