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Those crazy women.
“I should have known,” I mutter.
She agrees.
“I can’t wait to see you in your gown.”
“Only a little while to go now,” she says.
“I can’t wait to see you out of your gown,” I growl.
She giggles.
“I’ll let you get back to getting ready,” I say.
“Okay, I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
I click off the line and join the boys for celebratory shots.
I’m a bundle of nerves as I stand at the altar. I cup my hand and breathe into it to check my breath. I chewed a dozen mints before heading up here.
The last thing I need is Pastor Humphries smelling alcohol on me as I pledge myself to his daughter.
Fucking Weston and Morris.
I swear those two made it their mission to try and get me plastered on my wedding day.
Just wait until Weston’s big day.
I make a mental commitment to show up the day of with several bottles of his favorite whiskey.
The harpist in the corner of the room starts to play as Ansley’s friends appear and march down the aisle, one by one, led by little Annabelle as she tosses white rose petals in their path.
Once Erin is standing at the front, the music changes, and all the guests stand to their feet.
My manager and agent are front and center and grin in my direction as the doors swing open.
She’s standing there, arm in arm with her father, who is about to burst with pride.
He has every right to be proud of his daughter. She’s everything a man could want. Sweet, kind, funny, business savvy, self-assured, and sexy as hell.
I don’t know why God allowed me to reclaim her heart, but I’ll be eternally grateful.
Pastor Humphries leads her down the aisle to me and places her hand in mine.
“I’m trusting you with the most precious thing I have in the world, son,” he says before kissing her cheek and walking around to stand in front of us.
“I’ve performed a lot of weddings in my day, and each one has been special, but this one … this one owns a piece of my heart. So, please forgive me if I get choked up,” he begins.
“Garrett and Ansley have chosen to write their own vows, so I’m going to let them speak their hearts now. Garrett, son, go ahead.”
I swallow hard as her gorgeous eyes gaze at me in anticipation.
“Ansley, baby, I sat down at my desk with a blank sheet of paper a dozen times and tried to write my vows. To put down in a few sentences how much you agreeing to hitch your wagon to mine for eternity means to me. But the words wouldn’t come. I just sat there, staring at a blank page. Then, I spotted my guitar leaning against the wall, and as you know, I’m used to expressing my feelings through song lyrics. So, here goes,” I say as my father walks up to the altar with my guitar in his hands.
“Thanks, Pop,” I tell him as I take the instrument and strum a few chords.
