Page 96 of At the Edge with You

Fable’s hair is down, except for a little twist that pins her hair behind her ear, and it’s held by a daisy from the front flower bed that Jett tucked into it. She is wearing a beautiful white silk gown that shows off all her curves, much to Jett’s liking. He stands tall in a tailored black suit with his beard freshly trimmed and his eyes on his bride.

They are the most beautiful couple, in the opinion of the four women who love them.

Kitty’s hand is in Bea’s, while she holds Maggie’s, and Maggie holds Hazel’s.

It’s just them—and Michaels from the Penalty Box Prophets, who is marrying the bride and groom.

Even if Bea had already tried to trip him, Michaels didn’t let it get him down. He wears a broad smile on his face as he goes through a speech on the importance of marriage. Kitty fights back the tears as she admires her sweet granddaughter, wishing like hell that Phillip were here. Kitty’s eyes move over Fable, worried she’d miss her parents being there, but her gaze, her heart, and her body are all Jett’s. Kitty remembers how it felt to be under a man’s gaze like that, and her heart soars knowing Fable gets to experience it.

The girl deserves the world, and Jett will give it to her.

“Fable? Your vows.”

Bea squeezes Kitty’s hand, and her breath hitches at the emotion in Fable’s voice. “Jett, my pretty boy,” she starts, their gazes locked just as Jett’s lips turn up. “Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning and I can’t catch my breath, but all I need is for you to look at me, and it’s like a life vest that only you carry is there to save me. I am grounded to this earth by your love and support. I can’t promise that it’ll be easy to love me or that I won’t drive you absolutely insane, but I can promise I’ll love you more each day. I’ll cherish you and sing all your praises. I’ll be at every game wearing your number on my back, with a good-luck kiss that is only yours. I never thought my life would have meaning, but you not only bring meaning, but peace. I love you, Jett Thomas Cook, and you own my heart and soul.”

Her tears fall down her gorgeous face, and when Kitty glances at Jett, his are falling just as freely as he gazes down at her. “Princess,” he says on a sigh. “You asked me once if I was lonely in the Ice Thistle’s apartment. I told you no, but then you made me a liar. I never thought of myself as lonely until youjogged back into my life with a spine of steel and demands that drove me crazy. Now, when you’re away from me, I feel the word at every turn.” He moves in closer, cupping her cheeks as more tears roll down his striking face. The way the sun is setting has his eyes glowing light brown and leaving everyone breathless.

“You bring such color to my life, with your chaotic brain and your need to drive me up the damn wall. I love how you never stop talking, how you make up names for raccoons, and, more than anything, I love how you areyou.” Fable reaches up, catching his tears. Jett flashes her a small smile as he inhales, letting the breath out in a heartfelt sigh. “I never understood how Phillip was so obsessed with Kitty, with his letters and his requests from the grave, but after just one day of loving you, I get it. I’m obsessed with everything you are.” Fable hiccups a sob, and he brushes her lips with his thumb. “There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you. We will make this house a home, we will make the Ice Thistle the best venue in all winter sports, and we will love each other more than all of it, because you and I, we’re the best kind of partnership, and nothing can take that bond from us. I will love you forever and then from the grave.”

A sob breaks free from Kitty, and Bea wraps her arms around her, kissing her temple. They hold each other as Michaels asks their grandchildren if they take each other. After confirming that they do, they exchange rings, a gold band for Jett and a rose-gold one for Fable. Then they’re told they can kiss, and Jett doesn’t hold back. He devours Fable with no concern for who is around them. Fable holds his wrists, kissing him back just as hard and leaving everyone swooning. When they part, their eyes shine with a soul-deep love as they grin at each other while everyone else watches in wonderment.

Jett leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to Fable’s nose before they turn toward the Belles. He lifts her hand as Michaels says, “May I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Jett Thomas Cook.”

The Belles all clap and hoot while Jett looks at Fable. “I love the sound of that.”

She waggles her brows. “I do too. Fable Cook. Hot, right?”

“Perfect,” he answers, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. “Just as you are.”

Fable beams, and then the Belles are attacking them with hugs, kisses, and congratulations. It isn’t until Fable hands Kitty her bouquet of wildflowers, which Jett had picked for her, that Kitty’s brows pinch. “I’m not getting married again.”

Hazel snorts and snatches the bouquet. “I will.”

“To whom? You have four sidepieces!” Maggie scolds, and Hazel sticks out her tongue.

“It’s three, thank you.”

“Three too many,” Bea chides before leaning in to smell the flowers. Kitty is laughing until Fable extends a white envelope to her. Everyone pauses, their eyes wide as Kitty takes in her name that is written in Phillip’s handwriting.

Her heart stops dead in her chest.

With shaky hands, she takes it and asks, “Fable?”

Her granddaughter just shrugs, but a sneaky grin moves across her lips as Jett wraps his arms around her, kissing her jaw. “I don’t know. I was supposed to give it to you today.”

Kitty’s hands shake as she opens the letter quickly, her tears falling just as quickly as she’s met with her love’s handwriting.

My Kitty,

It’s Jett and Fable’s wedding day.

No more guilt, okay?

We did it.

They found each other again, they’re together, and now, you get to watch them grow for the both of us. You get to see a love like ours play out between the two kids we love. I hope you have enjoyed all my letters and know they won’t stop. Just as my love never will.

I love you, my sweet girl, and I’ll always be yours.

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