Ivy, Belle, and Deanna all do last minute mirror checks. I asked them to be my bridesmaids. Ivy is my maid of honor, because she has been my secret keeper, and the one to keep me sane over the years. Dallas has my brother as his best man, and Dom and Mason as his groomsmen.
Yeah, our circle is small, but it's ours, and it's perfect.
I check my email one more time, before I turn off my phone. We finished up most of the major renovations, and now, it's smaller things like paint color and work on the property outside the house. Dallas insisted we be able to come home from our honeymoon to our house, and he made it happen.
"Okay, ladies, line up." The wedding planner calls, and then does a once over on me as well.
As we meet in the entryway, I notice Landon is nervous. He's walking me down the aisle today, but I think it's more than that.
His eyes soften, when he sees me, and then he shakes his head.
"What has you in a worse bundle of nerves than the bride on her wedding day?" I ask.
"I have some pretty big shoes to fill walking you down the aisle." He says.
"Landon," I say and hug him, because if I start talking about Mom and Dad, I'm going to cry.
"Let's get you down the aisle, so we can make Dallas a part of this family for real." He says, as I pull away.
That has to be the best part, since the engagement. Never once has he acted like he was losing me or giving me away. He sees this whole thing as legally making Dallas a part of our family, though, he’s always been a part of it. This is just the final step.
When the doors open, and we start our trip up the aisle, I don't see the flashing lights, or the massive amounts of fairy lights making a canopy overhead, which was my one big request. All I see is Dallas at the end of the aisle with a huge smile on his face that matches mine.
Thank goodness Belle insisted I have someone video the wedding for us, because I don't remember much other than staring into Dallas's eyes the entire ceremony.
But that kiss. Wow. He kissed me like no one else was in the room.
Now, we’re dancing at our reception. We have danced to five songs straight, and my feet are killing me, but I don't want to stop. This night is perfect.
"This is so much better than prom," I say and smile up at him.
"Well, there’s much better food." He says.
"That and because you’re mine, and I can do this." I reach down and squeeze his sexy ass. "Or this." I lean up and kiss him. "Anytime I want, and no one is going to bat an eye."
"I have to agree, and I also don't have to hide this." He leans forward, pressing his hard cock against me. "I was so hard all prom night and hiding it from you made it even worse."
"Well, we can do something about that now." I barely get the words out, before he's pulling me from the ballroom back to the room I got ready in.
He doesn't care that there are guests outside; he makes love to me thoroughly, before we head back and celebrate long into the night.
Epilogue 2
Dallas
Three years later
There’s nothing like the roar of the crowd during a show. We just finished singing, She's Still The One, a song I wrote for Austin on our honeymoon. It broke so many records, and Landon and I both know there’s no way we will top it. As I stand here and look out over the crowd screaming for just one more song on the last show of our goodbye tour, I know the next stage in my life is going to be so much better.
I look to the side stage where my wife stands. My wife. My pregnant wife. She nods, because she knows I'm asking if she’s okay if we do one more song. I turn to Landon, and he gives the cue to the band. We play one of our first songs to ever get radio time, and even after all these years, the crowd knows it by heart.
Landon and I started the record label, and we signed some amazing talent. We put this goodbye tour on for our fans, but to also introduce the guys we signed. The tour has been great, and Austin has been at my side, and the fans love her coming on to sing with me, even more so, when her belly started to show.
The label is doing great. Milton has been helping a lot, and they did some great press with this tour, even had us doing a few back to backs with some of their guys, selling tickets to both shows, as a package.
Austin stopped taking graphic design clients and works just with the label now on album covers, the website, and plans to pull back and oversee the other designers, once our baby is born.
When we wrap up and head off stage, I wrap my arms around Austin. She doesn't care that I'm hot and sweaty from the show. She loves being in my arms as much as I love her being in them. Landon is there, when I finally pull back.
"Don't squish my niece!" He jokes and rubs Austin's belly. He's just as excited about this baby as we are.
"Come on, stud. Let them relax." His wife wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him to his dressing room.
Landon finally asked
