Page 107 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

His eyes were filling and his bottom lip was quivering some.

It was all she needed to see to know everything was going to be alright.

“You look stunning,” he whispered to her when she stopped in front of him.

“You are looking pretty hot yourself,” she said.

Her father cleared his throat and handed her off to Coy.

The officiant started to speak, but she didn’t hear a lot of the words.

She just wanted to get to the part where they were named husband and wife.

“Who has the rings?” the officiant said.

“That would be my job,” Spencer said, handing them over.

Coy took her ring and slid it on her finger. Before he could repeat the words he was supposed to say, she blurted out. “Coy, oh my God.”

There was a lot of laughter as she looked down at her band. She just figured she’d get a simple band and then he’d give her a diamond later on. Neither of them wanted her to wear an engagement ring prior. Actually that had been her idea.

Instead, what he slid on her finger was a diamond band. Four huge diamonds on it. They each had to be a carat. When it was on her finger, all you saw was diamonds and no band at all.

“Braggart,” Bode coughed into his hand.

She saw Sam smack her husband’s arm.

“What did you think I was going to give you?” he asked.

“Not this,” she said.

The officiant cleared his throat. “Should we continue?”

“Sorry,” she said.

Coy repeated his words and then it was her turn to put his simple black band on his hand. It looked good even though it wasn’t nearly as flashy.

“And by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

“Gladly,” Coy said and yanked her close, kissed her, and dipped her down.

Their family was clapping and she was laughing.

“You’re my husband,” she said, her hand running down his face.

“And you’re my wife, Mrs. Bond.”

They walked back down the aisle holding hands and then moved off for pictures by the water.

She lost count of the number of pictures taken of her and Coy alone, then with the parents, their siblings, just the kids, then several big group pictures.

“Wow,” she said. “What is this?”

They’d just moved into a private cabana area covered in more white and pink flowers. There was one huge round table that would seat everyone at it with more flowers in the center.

A dance floor off to the side and a band playing soft music.

“It’s our reception,” he said. “I don’t care that there aren’t hundreds of people here. We are doing it the same way but on a tiny scale.”

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