Page 71 of The Game Plan
I rest my head against the headrest as my eyes shut, savoring the drive with myhusband.
“I still can’t believe we got married,” I whisper, and his hand squeezes my thigh gently.
“Believe it, Peach.” I roll my head to the side and find him staring at me with his signature smirk. “You’re now Mrs. Campbell.”
I hum. “Mrs. Campbell. I like the sound of that.”
My eyes drift closed again as I savor this moment. Who knew happiness could feel this good?
After the ceremony, we walked hand-in-hand as Mr. and Mrs. Campbell into a secluded courtyard behind the courthouse. Oak trees shaded us from the late-afternoon sun, magnolias blooming alongside flowering bushes. Bret guided us through pose after pose, determined we’d have photos to keep. Crew kept things light, tossing out jokes and ridiculous comments until Bret nearly fainted when he announced he wanted ten kids. Just the thought of more than three makes my pregnant belly ache.
Luckily, he was kidding.
“We’re going to show our daughter those pictures one day,” Grant murmurs, lifting his hand from my thigh and rubbing my belly.
“And tell her all about her parents' crazy wedding… Perfect, but crazy.”
He chuckles softly. “And how her mom was crying before we even started the ceremony.”
“Hey,” I say, chuckling. “You cried too.”
His laughter mixes with mine, low and husky. The sound goes straight to my core. He’s planned a whole evening for us tocelebrate, and as grateful as I am for that, I’m ready to get him home.
“Fuck yeah, I did. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
Grant pulls his truck into a small lot tucked behind an unfamiliar building. I glance around, searching for any clues of where we are. “Where are we?”
“Trust me, Peach?”
“Always.”
He doesn’t answer, only kills the ignition and climbs out. I watch as he walks in front of the truck, making his way to my side. With my door open, I take his outstretched hand and slide out.
The moment my feet hit the ground, the crunch of tires on gravel pulls my attention. Bret’s Jeep rolls into view, Crew easing it into the open space beside us. She lifts her hand in a quick wave from the passenger seat while Crew offers us a nod, his easy smile never slipping.
We wait for them to join us, and Bret pulls me in for a quick hug. “Ready to go celebrate?”
I nod as Grant reaches out his hand. We interlock our fingers, and I follow along as he leads us to the back door. A staff member is waiting for us, holding the door open.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Campbell,” he greets as we step inside. He leads us down a hushed hallway, past the muffled clink of dishes and a low hum of conversation, until we reach a private dining room tucked in the corner. Golden light spills across a white-linen table set for four. A simple arrangement of eucalyptus and cream-and-peach roses anchors the center, candles glowing softly between the blooms. Instrumental music drifts overhead, warm and low.
“Grant,” I breathe out, freezing in the doorway. My heart flutters as emotion punches me in the chest.
He’s thought of everything to ensure this is a wedding I’ll never forget. Although I’d never forget a second, not with him.
He leans in close, his breath skating over my ear as goosebumps erupt. “Too much?”
I shake my head as more tears well in my eyes. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
With Bret and Crew hot on our heels, they step in behind us as both of them look around with wide eyes.
“Damn.” Crew whistles. “You’re in charge of planning our wedding.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Grant mutters.
The two move past us, and it’s like Grant and I are frozen in time as I take in the room again. He’s pulled out all the stops. My throat tightens as I press my free hand over my belly.
And for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel utterly loved. Utterly seen. Utterly cherished. The fear from earlier has slipped away, leaving me floating in pure, blissful contentment.
