Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
When the nurse calls my name, Dillon turns and smiles at me. “Let’s go check out our little one.”
“Everything looks great.” The middle-aged female doctor looks over and smiles at us. I’ve been weighed, ick, had my blood pressure taken, peed in a cup, and had an ultrasound. Through it all, Dillon has held my hand. Hearing those three words finally eases my worries. “For a ten-week twin pregnancy.” I blink several times, wondering if I hear Dr. Morris right.
“Twins.” Dillon pales.
“Ten weeks.” I can’t believe I’m that far along. I guess I should’ve kept better track of my period. I had no idea I was that late.
I barely pay any attention when the doctor gives us instructions. Once she leaves the room, Dillon turns to me. “I really should’ve planned a fancy place to do this, but I can’t think of a more appropriate time.” My eyes widen as he drops to his knee and holds up the biggest freaking diamond ring I’ve ever seen. “I’ve wasted the last two years due to my own stupidity. I should’ve made you my wife within hours of meeting you. Instead, I acted like a moron and let a stupid misunderstanding keep us in a permanent state of treading water.” He takes my hand and slides the ring on my finger. “I love you more than anything in the world. Please say you’ll marry me, and I’ll spend the next fifty or so years making it up to you.”
Happiness flows through my soul as tears roll down my cheeks. “Of course, I’ll marry you. I love you, too.”
“Welcome to the pussy-whipped-and-loving-every-second-of-it club.” Wild slaps me on my shoulder before Marco, Emery’s husband, steps over to cut in.
“I’m actually shocked you made it. I thought you’d grow old and die before you managed to convince Piper to give you the time of day.”
At this point, both Bender Valentine and Fischer Mackenzie, London and Maddie’s husbands chime in. “It’s a downright miracle.”
“Fuck all you assholes,” I grumble halfheartedly and thank the universe for my gorgeous little spitfire. Two hours ago, she walked down the aisle wearing the body-hugging dress that gives a hint at the tiny baby bump below, and I almost fell to my knees as love for her and our child overwhelmed me. Once we discovered there are two babies, we decided to have a quick ceremony before she’s too large and uncomfortable and before Jenna gives birth to her own baby. Piper’s friends jumped in and did a great job arranging a beautiful wedding with such short notice.
I glance around the white tent and find my new wife standing next to a table, laughing at something Aunt Edna said. Fuck. I wonder if I should rush over and save my girl from getting trapped by my notoriously gossiping aunt. Before I’m able to make a move, I see my wife handle Aunt Edna like a pro. As she moves on to talk to someone else, my friends start in on me again.
“Oh, look. He’s doing the googly eyes thing in Piper’s direction again.” Wild can’t resist being a pain in my ass.
“I know. It’s kinda starting to creep me out,” Marco agrees, and I run my middle finger up the side of my head so that my friends get a clear shot of my gesture, but my old aunt Edna can’t see it.
“I can’t believe you’re giving me shit on my wedding day.” I’m almost out of patience, and hanging out with these guys is starting to get old. Once the girls finish their throwing-the-bouquet bullshit, I’m going to grab my wife and make a run for it.
“It shouldn’t shock you at all. We’ll still be giving you shit at your funeral.” Bender shrugs and tugs on his tie. “I have to get some benefit out of wearing this fucking torture device.” My life has definitely taken a turn for the odd. Not only did I eat my words and become a pussy-whipped moron, but I’ve also acquired three new close friends—a fireman, a lawyer, and a rockstar. It sounds like the beginning of a funny joke or a great life. It all depends on how you look at it.
I watch as some intern from the magazine catches the bouquet, and decide I’ve waited long enough.
“I’ll talk to you assholes later,” I mumble and place my drink on the white tablecloth.
“Thanks for the warning,” Wild calls behind me, and I ignore the fucker as I make my way over to my wife.
“Hey, you.” Piper smiles and wraps her soft arms around my waist. “I thought you might be planning to stay over with the guys all night.”
“Oh, hell no.” I fake shudder and lean over to kiss her. As her soft lips part beneath mine, I forget about all the people around us.