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And I feel a little unsure how to act, how to fit in.
And I can’t even have a drink because I need to stay in fighting form for the playoffs.
Michael gives Dani a soft kiss as he slides a band onto her finger. Nathan lays a deep, possessive kiss on her as he does the same.
Then Michael’s cousin is pronouncing them husband and wife and husband and wife, and everyone is clapping as they turn to face the crowd, hand in hand. I give an enthusiastic, "Yeah!" as I clap, wanting them all to understand I am truly here for this. I want their happiness.
On the other side of them, Luna catches my eye, and she gives me a questioning look. I give her a grin.
When Dani and Nathan and Michael start down the aisle, I hold my arm out for my sister to take.
"You okay?" she murmurs, as we start to follow the others back down the aisle.
"I’m great. Life is good, sis."
She blows a kiss at Alexsei, Cam, and Coach Phillips as we pass them. "It sure is."
Alexsei and Owen are grinning at her, like they can’t wait to put a ring on her finger, too. Cam is not grinning. I’m not sure he ever grins. But the way he looks at my sister leaves no doubt his feelings for her are just as strong as the other guys.
That’s the thing. Isaac just said it—love comes in many forms.
We’re all different people and we love our partners differently, both separately and together.
I want to spend the rest of my life loving Dani.
I’m going to try my best and hope like hell I don’t fall short.
Because I really fucking hate it when my best isn’t good enough.
CHAPTER 4
Michael
"Who gets to carry her over the threshold?" Crew asks. He’s propped against the wall, perpendicular to where Dani is leaning against the back wall of the elevator that’s taking us to the penthouse suite of the Waldorf Astoria in downtown Chicago.
Yes, we’re going to a hotel room tonight. Sure, we could have gone home, but it’s our wedding night. We can’t jet off out of town and spend the night, or weekend, in Rome, or on a beach somewhere, or secluded in a mountain cabin because it’s still hockey season. We could have waited to get married until the season was over, but…no, we couldn’t.
Nathan and I would have married Dani the night she said yes to both of us. And I know our girl feels the same way. We waited long enough to put our ceremony together and for all of our loved ones to be able to get to Chicago to be with us, but that was it. We weren’t waiting any longer.
So, we’re stuck in the city for our wedding night and we’ll have to wait on any honeymoon plans, but we can at least treat tonight as the special occasion it is and take our bride to an over-the-top hotel suite with sparkling apple juice in place of champagne, rose petals, room service, a gigantic soaker tub, and a bed that’s not quite as big as the one we have at home, but will do.
"Michael should," Nathan says. He’s standing in the middle of the elevator car, hands in his pants pockets, studying the lightened numbers above the elevator door, instead of looking at any of us.
I’m leaning against the back wall next to Dani. I have my hand on her lower back, stroking back and forth across the silky fabric of her dress. I can’t not touch her, but I’m trying to be good. At least until we get upstairs.
She looks so damned sweet. The long, white dress, the simple make-up, the way her long hair is twisted up with just a few tendrils escaping around her face, the way her lipstick has been gone for hours, the happy sparkle in her eyes—it all combines to make her look like the perfect princess.
And I want to build her a castle and find a white horse.
I also want to tear this dress off of her and ravage her.
She’s my wife now. That shouldn’t feel as big and as different as it does, but I can’t deny that hearing her proclaimed as mine out loud and in public in front of our family and friends and hearing her make vows to be mine for the rest of her life, flipped a switch inside me. I’m feeling more possessive than I ever have. The added knowledge that she’s carrying a baby now has made me unable to be more than ten feet away from her. Not because I’m worried, just because when I can’t see her, hear her, or touch her, I feel restless.
It’s the strangest thing.
And I can read the same thing all over Nathan.
In fact, my friend, and my wife’s other husband, is nearly vibrating with it.
