I ruffled his hair that was getting longer and needed a trim as I sat to join them. “Thank you.” Since the engagement and explaining how the wedding happened, I noticed Ty still called me London which was fine. I would never pressure him to call me anything more.
The doorbell rang and Jaxson stood. “That’ll be Grama. Grab your shoes, buddy. She’s going to take you to get a haircut.”
A groan emitted.
This morning Pam was watching Ty while I helped muck the stalls after my morning ride on Sparkles. Two of the employees called in sick, leaving the facility in a jam. But, I loved going to work with Jaxson. He was teachin
g me more about the therapy business. I felt like his true partner.
Jaxson returned and finished the couple of last bites. “Are you ready to head to the barn?” Heading to the sink, Jaxson was preoccupied with his thoughts.
Casually, I said, “So, I was thinking about a wedding date.”
That stopped Jaxson in his tracks and he whipped around. Frequently, I was asked if I had any dates in mind. Until this morning, I was still trying to decide.
“And when were you thinking, sweetheart?”
“Let me preface this by saying, if you don’t think we can pull it off, we can wait.”
He pulled me to my feet. “You’re killing me with anticipation.” I felt the heat of his hands wander to my ass.
“Millie and Dad are planning on coming out together this next weekend. I don’t want the stress in planning a wedding. I’ve heard of too many drama stories. I want it simple and meaningful. I want to spend our first holidays in the house together as Mrs. McCole, not your fiancée.”
“Are you absolutely sure this is what you want.” Jaxson searched my eyes.
“As long as you do.”
Lips mashed against mine. “I don’t care what we have to do to make this happen. All I want is you to be my wife.”
“But what if—”
He silenced me. “London, I mean it. All I want is for you to be my wife. What do you want?”
“A beautiful dress and cake. For Millie and Dad to be there. Then whatever you want and whoever you want to invite.”
Spinning me around, I squealed in Jaxson’s arms. “You’ve made me the happiest person in the world. Where do you want to get married?”
Last week at lunch, Pam brought out the family albums of their weddings. There was a place special to the family. “At the chapel where your parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents got married.”
The spinning stopped. “Are you sure, sweetheart? If there’s some place—”
I put my fingers to his lips. “I want it there. I want to be part of the tradition with you.”
“It’s you and me, London. Together.”
“Together.”
Instead of going to the front door, Jaxson pulled out his phone. “Dwayne, I’m going to be about an hour late.”
As he shut the phone off, I knew what was coming next and warmth spread through me as Jaxson took me to the bedroom.
“LONDON, DEAR, WHAT DO YOU think?”
I stood in front of the mirror in an all-white princess gown. Tulle flowed in layers upon layers and sparkled with the intermittent crystals reflecting in the light. The sweetheart bodice hugged my figure.
“I think you look beautiful, punkin’.”
“It’s gorgeous, bestie.”