Page 94 of Jilted Jock
Another adventure was beginning.
Chance held out his arm and I took it. “Mum and Dad would be so proud.I’mproud of you.”
“I wish they were here.”
He nodded and swallowed thickly.
“I’m really glad it’s you walking me down the aisle though.” I squeezed his arm and laid my head against his shoulder for just a moment.
Slowly we walked out of the tent and up the makeshift aisle. Pink and red rose petals littered the ground leading to my soon-to-be husband. My heart skipped and tripped at the sight of him. Unbelievably handsome in his tux, he beamed back at me.
I stole a glance at Aubrey who wiped a tear away and pulled CJ close to her. It was just my small family here today, but after much begging, Finn and I’d agreed to let Foster throw us a reception when we got back from our honeymoon.
Chance stopped short at the end of the aisle, kissed me on the cheek, and swallowed hard before giving my hand to Finn.
“You look beautiful.” My fiancé’s blue eyes shined with unshed tears that made my own well in response.
It was then that I felt a gentle brush against my leg and looked down to see Marshmallow. As I squatted to pet her, I glanced up at Finn. He winked. “She practically begged to come.”
I bit back a knowing smile. More like Finn couldn’t bear to leave her. For someone who thought he wasn’t a cat person, this one had him wrapped around her adorable little paw.
“It’s perfect,” I said, giving her a little rub behind the ears. Our rings were looped around a ribbon tied to her collar. A pink leash was attached and draped loosely on the ground. Finn held the other end. “This is why you were trying to teach her to walk on a leash.”
I stood and kissed my groom. “I love you.”
The minister cleared his throat and Finn pulled back, a devilish grin on his face. “I think the kissing comes after the vows, sweetheart.”
“I think the kissing should happen any time I want.”
He huffed out a small laugh. “Yeah, what the hell am I even saying?” He wrapped an arm around my waist and gently tugged me to him, capturing my mouth and kissing me so hard my lips tingled.
“Alright, alright,” Chance interrupted us.
I pulled away breathless and snuck a look behind me. Aubrey held a hand over CJ’s eyes.
“Uh, maybe we should get started,” the minister interjected.
The service was simple. Finn and I chose not to write our vows and stick with the traditional. We’d spent the past six months pouring our hearts out to one another. I felt like we’d vowed an eternity in those late-night conversations, sealing the promises with kisses and hearts that beat in unison. We were stronger together than apart. Two metals melted together to withstand anything that came our way.
Later, when the ceremony was over and Chance had taken his family home, Finn and I danced under the stars. Me in my wedding dress, him in his tux, Marshmallow at our feet, and the stars as our spotlight.
“What do you say, Mrs. McCash, shall I carry you into our tent or would you prefer me to ravish you under the moonlight?” He smirked. “Full disclosure, I plan to do both, but I figure I’d let you decide where we start. Look at me putting my wife’s needs before my own already. I’m going to be a baller husband.”
I smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Tent. I want to give you your wedding gift first.”
He placed a hand under my legs and had me in his arms in an instant. He paused at the threshold. “I thought we agreed, no gifts.”
“You said that, I never agreed.”
“Good, because I got you something, too.”
Of course, he had.
Inside the tent, I went in search of my gift and then sat on the air mattress next to Finn. Leaned back on one arm, he had a small white box with a red ribbon in an elegant bow in the other hand.
“Open mine first,” he pleaded, leaning forward and setting the gift in front of me.
With shaky hands, I pulled the ribbon from the top. Finn loved hard and over the top and his gift giving matched. I had no idea what was in this tiny box, but I knew it was going to be so much more than I could ever give him.
