He had been involved in all of the decisions for the wedding.
The colors.
The food.
The cake.
The guest lists.
Everything.
However, what he hadn’t been happy about was that I hadn’t let him see me in my wedding dress when Talia, Lila, Everly, Tatum, Misty, and my mom had gone dress shopping.
He also hadn’t been happy for him to be kicked out and sent to stay at Garrick’s the night before our wedding.
I’d seen his temper.
And to say it was getting high would have been an understatement.
Which was why I had said one word, “Honey.”
That one word had caused his shoulders to drop.
A kiss was placed on my lips, and he whispered, “Haven’t spent a night apart since we got together unless I was working. Ain’t doing it again. Don’t ever ask me to.”
I nodded, “Promise.”
I had watched my man walk out of our house with his tux in the bag, and a smaller bag at his side.
The moment we all heard his truck start up, Talia threw her hands in the air.
Okay, time to get you ready, and then into bed.”
Face mask. Manicure. Pedicure. The manicure and pedicure were done by Tatum. She loved doing them and was even licensed.
The girls had gotten me in bed, after copious amounts of wine.
And yes, I had a hard time falling asleep.
My phone had pinged with a text.
Sin – Ain’t doing this fucking again. Can’t fucking sleep.
Me – Agreed. It feels so wrong.
Sin – Love you, soon to be Mrs. Griggs.
Me – Love you too, Mr. Griggs.
The next morning had dawned bright and early.
The girls and I loaded up everything we needed and then we headed to Misty and Frank’s house.
I took a few peeks out of the window in Carter’s old bedroom and let out a happy giggle.
Dominik, Bronson, aka Beast, who had gotten close with Dominik and Garrick, and then into the fold, and a few other men were moving chairs around and placing them in rows.
All in front of a lightly stained arbor that had greenery curling around the posts.
