Laken stared out the window at the guests waiting for her below.
“Ready, baby girl?”
She turned to see her Dad standing in the doorway, he stepped aside and her Poppa stepped through. Both of them looked so handsome in their tuxes.
“You two look great.”
Tears filled her Dad’s eyes. “And you look breath-taking, baby girl. You momma would be so proud of you.”
She stepped forward hugging one then the other. “I know she’s here watching.”
“She’s always watching over you, Laken,” her Poppa told her. “Now, your man is getting a bit impatient, he looks more worried than your dad on our wedding day.”
Laken smiled as she followed them out of her childhood bedroom. This was a new phase of her life, one she was more than willing to take.
Two nights ago, Duncan had collared her in front of everyone at Saxon’s. She already belonged to him. Just like he belonged to her. But today would completely cement that.
She stood between her two fathers and looked out at all of her friends and family. Duncan’s brothers were here. They’d arrived a few days ago and she knew how much that meant to Duncan. All of them had gone out to the old farmhouse where they’d grown up. Afterwards Duncan had looked lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off him.
The music started and she took a step forward.
To her man.
Her world.