Page 23 of Remember Me

“No, it’s not. We got married July 12th. As sweet as that sounds, if we wanted a vow renewal on our tenth anniversary, we’d have to wait until she’s five for that.”

I chuckled as I turned off the engine and turned to look at her. “That’s not the anniversary I’m marking. August 28th, Freshman Year was the day my life changed because it was the day I met you. Just one look at you, and I knew I was never going to be the same. Still can’t believe my opening line was about our s’mores being stuck together. Little did you know, you’d be stuck with me. We may not have had the most conventional starts, but damn, I’m so happy I kissed you at Dev’s wedding.”

“I’m happy Imarriedyou at Reign’s wedding.”

“Do you want to know the other day I’m happy for?” She raised a brow. “October 12th.”

“Is that date supposed to have some kind of importance to me?”

“It should,” I said, unable to hide my grin because the memory of that night was seared into my brain. “It’s the day I learned your vibrator is my friend, not my enemy.” Oh, the number of toys I’d hacked into since that day was obscene. What could I say? Britt enjoyed it and I enjoyed watching her.

Her jaw dropped, her face flushing red as she slapped me playfully across the chest. “Matty! We’re in the parking lot.”

“In our car with the windows up. No one heard.”

She looked around, noting all the people and slumped in her seat. “Still. Some people can lip read, you know.” She shook her head. “I also can’t believe that’s one of the most important dates to you.”

“Babe. I’ll be eighty in a rocking chair still thinking about that moment.”

“Pervert.”

I pulled into a parking space and as I turned the engine off; I glanced over at my wife and offered her my hand. Her lashes fluttered down, and she studied my palm for a second before she dropped her hand in mine. Her engagement ring sparkled in the light, and I couldn’t help myself. I lifted her hands to my lips, kissing every single knuckle, then the rock itself.

“I love every single thing about you. There is no other person I’d rather be sharing my life with than you.” I flicked my gaze to her belly. She was only sixteen weeks pregnant; her food babies were bigger than the little peanut inside her right now, but I couldn’t wait to see that change. “And our baby, of course. I will do everything I can to protect the two of you.”

Her eyes glistened, her smile filled with happiness as she leaned over the console and kissed me. As we sat in the car, ready to go to a football game, I looked into my wife’s eyes and smiled. Life couldn’t get better than this.

“Are you ready to see our old friends?”

“More than ever.”

The security guard checked our passes one last time, his eyes lingering just a second too long on Britt. I couldn't blame him. She had that effect on people. Radiant, stunning, and somehow even more beautiful with the secret glow of early pregnancy.

“You're all set, Mr. and Mrs. Mathieson,” he said, stepping aside to let us through.

I placed my hand on the small of Britt's back as we navigated the winding corridors of the stadium. Screens mounted on the walls showed pundits already dissecting every possible angle of the upcoming matchup. The electric pre-game buzz filled the air and I was excited for Devin and Tanner.

“Weird, isn't it?” I said as we stepped into the elevator. “Watching our friends play on the biggest stage in football when it feels like just yesterday you were coming over and visiting us when we lived in Aiden’s house.”

Britt smiled, leaning against me. “Remember that Halloween party I went to with Adam?”

“How could I forget? That catsuit. That ponytail. Fuck, I wanted you so badly back then.”

“Same,” she said softly. “Don’t you ever wish we’d talked about things between us sooner?”

“No. We wouldn’t be together without everything that happened between us. With Adam, with Olana. We were tested as friends before we ever had the privilege of being lovers, and that fact makes me appreciate you so much more.”

I leaned in and kissed her in what was supposed to be a soft, tender moment, but Britt had other plans. Her hands clasped my jaw before she threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling me deep so she was all the way at the back of the elevator.

My hands landed on the elevator wall. “What’s this for?” I muttered against her mouth, not stopping her.

She dragged her lips to my jaw. “Since we were walking down memory lane, I thought I’d just remind you what happened last time we were in an elevator rooting for Devin.”

My thoughts immediately turned to their wedding… our wedding. The night that changed everything. “We barely made it to the bedroom.”

“I want you.” She tugged me down so our forehead touched, looking at me with a pained expression.

I smirked. “Seriously? You’ve been insatiable lately.”

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