The processional music started and everyone rose to their feet. I stared at the back door as if my life depended on it. Melissa walked out first, a huge smile on her face. I noticed that she locked eyes with Dean and never stopped looking at him her entire walk down the aisle. She wasn’t fooling anyone.
All my thoughts disappeared, my mind going blank, the moment I saw Cass in the shadows. When she stepped out of the darkness and into the backyard, my heart jumped from my chest and flew into her hands. She looked so fucking beautiful walking toward me in that strapless white dress. I grinned like an idiot. I know because my cheeks burned, and I couldn’t stop the feeling if I tried. Not that I wanted to try.
Her hair was pulled back, revealing her delicate neckline, and my mind raced with dirty thoughts. All the blood rushed from my body and into one place the second I started thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her. Shit, I couldn’t get married with a fucking hard-on. Think about something else; think about anything else. Think about baseball.
Fuck.
When she finally arrived at my side, I reached for her hand, caressing it with my thumb as she gave me a subtle squeeze. “You look beautiful,” I whispered as I leaned toward her.
“You look hot,” she whispered and gave me a little wink.
Gramps cleared his throat, and I glanced up at him. He stood before us with a businesslike expression on his face. After he’d gotten ordained online with Dean’s help, Gran told me he took his role in the wedding very seriously. “I have the most important job of all. I have to get it right!” She told me, he said.
Gramps swallowed once before asking, “Shall we begin?” He started reading the first few lines of the ceremony, and I struggled to keep my impatience in check.
I was standing before my family and friends, marrying the only person in the world I’ve ever wanted to marry. There would be no annulling this marriage. No end to this beginning. No trade for this team.
People spend their lives searching for their one true love, their other half. I found mine in college, dancing in a fraternity house driveway. Lucky for me, she found me right back.
I can’t wait until she’s knocked up.