Page 107 of The Golden Goalie

Rico shrugs off his hand. “And you weren’t invited to the after party I was referring to,” Rico says without looking at him.

“Ohhhhh, that kind of after party,” Sebastian says, wiggling his eyebrows.

I stare up at Rico. “I thought we weren’t doing any of that.” We agreed to wait until the baby comes before we came together.

Sebastian cracks up, and we both turn around. “What is so funny?” I ask.

“You two,” he says, still laughing. I glance up at Rico, and he doesn’t look amused. “I think it’s hysterical that you two think you aren’t going to go all the way.”

“Seb,” Rico says in warning.

Sebastian puts his hands up grinning. “I’m just saying. I’m a happily married man, and there was no way I was staying away from my gorgeous wife on the night of our wedding.”

There’s a knock on the door, and Stephanie walks in looking gorgeous. “Seb, what’s taking so long? You were supposed to get them out the door.”

“Oh, he’s just talking about your wedding night,” I inform her.

Her eyes widen, and she turns to Sebastian and puts her hands on her hips. “What?”

“They think they’re not going to do anything tonight,” Sebastian says, motioning at us. “I was just telling them how wrong they are.”

“Oh.” Her face scrunches up as she turns to us. “Yeah, that strategy’s going to fail as soon as Rico takes his shirt off. Okay.” She claps her hands. “Are we ready, people?” I stare at her. “What?” she shrugs. “I married a hockey player too.”

“Yeah, she did,” Sebastian says, grinning wickedly and pulling her in for a kiss that’s not at all tame. I look away and meet Rico’s eyes.

His eyes darken, and he pulls me close. “I’m pretty sure that works in reverse too.”

I smirk and look up at him. “When I take my shirt off?” I ask quietly.

He groans. “Come on.” He snags my hand.

Sebastian and Stephanie walk out ahead of us. “Let’s go, People,” Sebastian calls out. “We have a wedding to get to.”

We walk outside and load into cars and make the short drive to the place where I’ll officially become Rico’s wife. It’s cold out, but Rico keeps me warm in the back seat. It’s a dreary, cold day in February, but I can’t stop smiling. When we get to the small chapel where we’re going to get married, we all head inside.

The next few hours are a blur. Rico and I pledge our vows to each other, pledging to love each other and stick with each other no matter what. After that, we head to the restaurant that Rico rented out for the night and celebrate with our friends. I spendthe night laughing, eating cake, dancing with my most favorite person in the world, and celebrating with everybody we love.

At one point, Rico’s mom and sister approach. I eye Peyton warily as Mrs. Garcia takes my hands. “You make my boy so happy. I've never seen him this happy in his entire life.”

“Well, he makes me really happy too.”

She pulls me into a hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When I can’t stop yawning, Rico makes our goodbyes and we head out to his truck. He helps me inside and leans forward for a kiss. “Hey, Mrs. Garcia,” he says softly. I can’t stop my grin.

“Yes?”

“How about we go home?”

“I like the sound of that.”

We make the drive to Rico’s house, now my home. I packed a bag of what I need for now, and Rico said he’ll help me move the rest this next week. When we park, Rico comes around and helps me out of the truck. I look over and see the SUV sitting next to his truck. “Is somebody here?” I ask.

“No.”

“Whose car is that?” I ask as we walk past it towards the front door.

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