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Hannah shakes her head. “The twins are with Ben’s parents tonight, and Ben is the king of breakfast. He’ll love it. But Jo, are you sure you and Jordan don’t want to be alone? You just got married.”
“Nope,” she says, sliding an arm around Jordan’s waist. “We have plenty of time to be alone. Right now, we’re going to go eat waffles, and you’re going to tell us how you accidentally ended up married to him.” Jo points a finger at me and tries for an accusatory stare but doesn’t quite get there what with the humor sparkling in her eyes.
“Well then it’s settled,” my mom says, grinning broadly. “I think the rest of our guests can fend for themselves. We’ve got a midnight breakfast to attend.” She turns, secure in the belief that we are all going to follow her, and everyone does, but I keep my hold on Hannah, spinning her so she’s facing me.
Cupping her face in my hands, I give her a gentle kiss that feels like an exhale. My lips glide over hers softly, reverently, like we have all the time in the world. And if I have my way, we will.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask, stroking my thumbs over her cheeks.
Hannah smiles at me, her arms around my waist. “With breakfast at midnight? I sure am. I’m starving.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, smiling against her skin. “With telling everyone about Vegas. We don’t have to. If it’s too much or too soon I can hold everyone off.”
Hannah shakes her head. “No. I’m ready. There’s no such thing as too much with you, and we’ve already waited long enough. It’s time. An hour ago, I told you I want forever withyou, Noah, and nothing has changed. I think I’d like forever to start as soon as possible.”
I narrow my eyes at her playfully. “Are you quotingWhen Harry Met Sallyat me?”
She shrugs, grinning. “Felt appropriate.”
I bring my forehead to hers, closing my eyes, and wonder, again, how anyone could be this lucky. I love her so fucking much. “Well then, Gorgeous, I think we have a midnight breakfast to get to.”
Hannah grins at me. “My favorite meal at my favorite time of night. Lead the way, handsome.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
HANNAH
“What the fuck, Cooper,” Pam huffs dramatically, getting up from her spot next to me on the couch and snatching away the burning oven mitt, tossing it into the sink and flicking on the water. With a hiss, the fire goes out but smoke billows up from the sink. “No stoves for you. You know that.”
Cooper rolls his eyes. “I was just trying to take the potatoes out of the oven.”
Pam puts her hands on her hips and lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Which you did very well, but then you put the oven mitts on top of the stovewhile it was still on. So now Ben’s very lovely oven mitts are burned straight through, and you are incredibly lucky I have an eagle eye and caught it before you burned the whole damn house down. The kitchen is no place for you, pal. Go set the table.” She hands him a stack of plates and cutlery, which he takes with a dramatic sigh and then stomps off to the dining room.
I watch the whole thing from my perch on Hallie’s couchwith Hallie, Jo, Amelia, and Cece, with a mixture of amusement and incredulousness. “Okay, it has to be said. How can someone who is so smart and so intuitive be so epically bad in the kitchen? Especially when all the other guys and their dad are, like, master chefs?”
Cece laughs, taking a sip of her mimosa. “He’s always been like that. I think there’s a whole lot more to the story than what we’re seeing, but no one asked me,” she says casually.
I turn on the couch so I’m facing her chair. “I’m asking you. I’m fascinated by this.”
Cece reaches over and pats my hand. “In time, you’ll all know. For now, just enjoy the show.”
I know it’s not worth pressing her on it because Cece works in mysterious ways, but now I’m at peak curiosity.
“You’re dying to know, too, right?” Amelia whispers next to me.
“Oh, one hundred percent.”
“Not me.” Jo kicks her feet up on the coffee table and grins. “I just like watching all of these gorgeous men make me breakfast. Especially my gorgeous man.” Jordan turns around at that exact second and gives Jo a grin and then a look so scorching hot I swear the temperature in the room rises five degrees.
“I think I just had a tiny orgasm,” Hallie mutters. “Jesus, Jo. That man wants to eat you alive.”
I roll my eyes. “Like you’re not married to a man who worships the ground you walk on. Who literally can’t keep his hands off of you, ever, even after years of marriage, two babies, and one on the way.”
Hallie gives me a satisfied smile. “We’re the lucky ones, ladies.”
“Bet your ass we are,” Amelia murmurs, her eyes fixed on Elliot’s ass as he flips pancakes. As if he can sense his eyes on her, he turns and blows Amelia a kiss and god, how fucking cute are they?
Jo grins even wider. “We sure are. And you can bet Jordan wants to eat me alive. And later tonight, he absolutely will.”
