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“Congratulations, where is the ring?” Gillian asks.
Orlie hesitates. “It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“Oh, my god, boys!” Gillian snaps toward Axel, Grant, Hunter, and Drew. “You need to take him ring shopping ASAP.”
“I’ll schedule something with my people right now,” Hunter says and whips out his phone.
I throw my head back in laughter. “No rush on the ring,” I say to Orlie.
He looks down at my hand and shrugs. “You do look rather naked without one.”
“I think I look rather naked without you kissing me right now,” I say pointedly.
“Well, who am I to refuse that?”
As Orlie kisses me, the room erupts in the quietest of cheers in order not to disturb little Owen. I smile against my future husband’s lips.
Life truly can change in the blink of an eye. I went from single girl to future single mother to girlfriend to now fiancé – and that might be an order that’s kind of bungled.
However, I have a whole lifetime to look forward to with Orlie to do things in the right order…or however things decide to shake out. As long as I have my family on my team, the order of events doesn’t matter.
We always land right in the love we’ve been searching for. Always.
30
KIRA
EPILOGUE
“Oh my gosh,he looks so nervous,” Amy squeals as she peeks through the airy white curtain.
“Amy, stop that, you’re just like the kids.” Dana shoos our littlest sister away from the curtain. Although it’s hard to see her as terribly little when she has her newborn daughter, Natalie, swaddled tight to her chest and little Jessica, who isn’t so little anymore, leaning on her waist.
“How do you feel?” Harley asks me softly, touching my arm.
I shrug. “Fine.”
She frowns. “Seriously.”
“Um, yeah, I feel –” A fat baby hand covers my mouth softly. I look down into my son’s eyes. Owen is now a little over a year old and, in that year, his eyes have transformed to be exactly like his father’s. I rumble my lips against his hand and Owen laughs, removing his hand. “I feel fine.”
Harley sighs. “You’re awfully calm for your wedding day.”
I laugh. Yes, it’s my wedding day. But it’s not extravagant like Amy’s and Gillian’s nor is it classic like Dana’s and it’s certainly not a courthouse wedding like Harley had.
It’s simple. It’s us.
Orlie and I decided that we wanted our wedding to be as easy and meaningful as possible for everyone. So, we’re getting married in the backyard of my childhood home. Right now, we’re posted up in the kitchen, waiting to go out there. The guest list is small, under seventy-five people, including only our closest friends and family.
We’ve opted to give a big fuck you to a lot of the classic wedding traditions. We’re all wearing comfortable spring dresses. I let all my sisters pick out the one they liked best. That they felt most beautiful in. And I followed suit, wearing a delicate white dress that I’m sure will have dirty handprints all over it by the end of the night, courtesy of Owen.
For now, though, he’s docile in my arms.
The most unconventional thing I wanted was for my sisters to walk down the aisle with their children. It felt wrong to exclude them. Would feel wrong to make my sisters stand in a line at the altar with me while their children squirmed in their seats, wishing they could sit with Mommy.
My dad only has two hands, after all.
“Okay, girls, positions please!” the wedding planner announces. “In reverse birth order, thanks!”
