“Go sit yourself down,” Micah whispered back. “And congrats.”
Levi stiffened. He was still early into the pregnancy—it wasn’t showing yet. Micah leaned away, looking into Levi’s eyes. Levi had suffered a string of miscarriages in the past. Whether this one would be successful remained to be seen, but Micah was surprised that Levi was going through with it anyway.
Cole hefted their only child, Bryce, into his arms. Bryce was two, an intelligent boy who watched the birds twittering around them. “We’re hoping it’ll go well,” Cole said, sliding his arm around Levi’s waist. “It was Levi’s decision, though.”
“I want to believe that it’ll be successful.” Levi gave Micah a brave smile. Micah sent all the positive energy in the world his way.
“We’ll all love you no matter what,” Micah told Levi, squeezing his shoulder. “Especially Cole.”
Levi smiled crookedly. He hugged Micah again, then retreated to join the rest of the guests.
Micah recognized plenty of guests—there were more he knew, than those he didn’t. People like Dale, Micah’s former coworker, and his alpha Greg. Greg had become college president. Dale would be returning to the college as a professor.
There was Micah’s other former coworker, Ian McMillan, his alpha Brad, and their two children. Ian wasn’t returning to the college, but he looked happy.
Brad exchanged a fist bump with Cole—they were both firefighters. Funny how everyone seemed to know each other here.
Then there was Spike and Kai’s mom, Natalie, some of Kai’s college basketball friends, and even Perry Larkin, the robotics professor Micah and Spike had bumped into.
Nearby, June sat with her omega, Cher, and their toddler. In the next row, there was Wy and Raph from Wy’s Drive-In, the pair of stepbrothers who had gotten married.
With them sat Sam, the drive-in’s chef, and his two alphas. Kai and Spike had invited the trio—it was Sam who had given Kai and Spike tips on getting legally married in Texas.
Earlier this week, Micah had flown to Texas with Kai and Spike, and he’d been one of their witnesses when they signed that certificate. Even now, it was still a bit of a shock to Kai and Spike that they were legally married.
“If you’re ready, the ceremony will start soon,” the wedding planner’s assistant whispered.
Micah’s heart skipped. He exchanged looks with Kai and Spike—both of them nodded.
“See you at the end of the aisle,” Kai murmured, his gaze sweeping down Micah’s body, then back up to meet his eyes.
“Maybe run down the aisle,” Spike added with a grin. “Then we can get this over with and go home and... consummate our union.”
Kai laughed; Micah chuckled. That hadn’t changed, either.
Spike handed Lenna to Micah, and Micah held their squirming daughter as his alphas stepped down the aisle. Kai and Spike were both dressed in suits—Kai’s a darker blue, Spike’s one shade lighter.
They were both beautiful. As their hands brushed, Micah saw their fingers tangle, pulling tight. Then the brothers exchanged a warm look, and Micah was so damn happy for Spike and Kai. They’d come a long way.
York stepped up to Micah, wriggling his fingers at his little sister. Lenna reached out to grab him. “Ready, Dad?”
The guests were seated by this point. Soft music began to play, and the audience turned to look expectantly at Micah. So Micah set Lenna down on the carpet, pointing her toward Kai and Spike.
“Papa,” she said, eager to race forward. “Dada!”
Micah’s heart filled with love. Lenna was perfect, all lively and full of energy. Like her name, she was strong, resilient. Micah gave her a light push. “Go to Daddy and Papa,” Micah said. “They’re waiting for you!”
Lenna tottered forward in her pale yellow suit. The three rings had been pinned to her tie, glittering in the sunlight.
Toward the middle of the aisle, Lenna tripped.
The crowd gasped. But Lenna picked herself up, and when Kai crouched with his arms outstretched, Lenna beamed, crossing the remaining distance so she could toddle into his embrace. Kai grinned and lifted her up. Spike kissed Lenna’s cheek, ruffling her hair.
The guests sighed.
Kai handed Lenna over to their mom; Natalie brought Lenna to a front-row seat, and the audience quietened.
Spike and Kai were looking at Micah, their eyes dark, anticipating. Butterflies filled Micah’s stomach.
“Ready?” York asked, holding his elbow out.
“I’ve been ready a long time,” Micah said, his heart thumping. He was nervous. Everyone was watching him, and he wasn’t used to being at the center of attention, not like this. But he was surrounded by friends and family, and he was no longer so self-conscious about his hobble anymore.
They set off down the aisle, Micah and his son. It felt like a chapter of Micah’s life was closing.
“Look at you,” Micah murmured. “All grown up, walking me down the aisle. You were just a tiny bundle when I first met you.”
York slanted a look at him. “You’re one to talk, getting married and everything.”
“I’d walk you down the aisle, you know,” Micah said. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Not like I’ll ever get married,” York muttered, looking away. But he was still smiling, and he patted Micah’s hand.
“Maybe one day,” Micah answered. “You’ll find the person that’s just right for you.”
York shrugged, but Micah could tell that his son didn’t believe him.
That was okay, though. Micah hadn’t believed that this would happen to him, either. He glanced up, meeting his alphas’ eyes. Felt almost too naked in his lace shirt and flowing pants, when they raked their gazes down his body, and back up to his eyes.
A long time ago, Micah had dreamed of finding an alpha who would look at him like that. He hadn’t expected to end up with two. But it worked, it felt right. When he paused at the end of the carpet, Kai and Spike took his hands in their warm, callused ones. Micah completely forgot about the audience.
“Hold hands, all three of you,” the minister said.
They formed a circle, Kai and Spike holding hands, too.
“You’re beautiful,” Spike murmured, his gaze filled with warmth. “I’ve been dreaming of
