Sawyer was whisked away by Quinn, she put on her bathing suit, slathered herself with suntan lotion, along with the baby, and they’ve been in the pool for a couple of hours now.
“You’re sunk, man. Completely sunk,” Heath says coming up to me. This heat wave has us all enjoying the outdoors, including him. He’s spent more time in the water than at the office lately, but as long as he gets his work done, we don’t mind too much. Hell, all of us are slacking when it comes to work these days.
“I am, but it’s the best god damn feeling in the world,” I reply back.
“She’s awesome, too bad she doesn’t have any hot friends,” Heath says with a smirk.
“Like you would give a girl the time of day, we all know the monk status you’ve been on for years.”
“It’s called being selective. I’m not giving up the goods to just anyone,” he jokes.
“Yeah, yeah. I hear you. What do you have going on this week?” I ask him.
“Same shit, different day. Work some and surf more,” Heath replies.
“You okay? You’ve been riding waves more than usual lately?”
“Just sorting through some shit in my head, things will get right, soon enough. If not, I’ll reach out to you and Rome,” Heath’s eyes are far off in the distance.
“We’re here. Don’t forget it.” I tell Heath.
“Yeah, what Mason said.” Rome comes over to us, wrapping his arms around each of our shoulders. Rome is the oldest and tallest, but not by much. We’re all pretty close in age and height, it’s helped our bond stay strong, shit though. It’s Heath I worry about most.
“Can’t believe I’m having another one in nine months, you’ll be getting married soon, and this bonehead is still stubborn as ever.” That’s how Summer finds us, she takes a pic while we’re all laughing, and if I know my woman, that photo will find its way on the wall in a frame.
“Life is fucking perfect,” I state before leaving my brothers to find my woman.
Sawyer is now with mom, fast asleep in her arms, and my woman is lounging on a float, basking in the sun. I dive in and swim up to her. Shaking the float, “Damn it, Mason Alexander. You scared the shit out of me,” her hand is placed on her heart, I can see her chest heaving.
“Love you, Sunshine.” I tell her trying to take away the sting of scaring her.
“I love you too, but you’re still in big trouble,” she gets off the float and comes after me, trying to dunk me. Quinn doesn’t succeed but it makes for a hell of a lot of fun.
When we’re both breathless I comment, “I think we should get married, soon.”
“How soon are we talking? Because Mason, I’d marry you tomorrow.”
“Fuck yes, I’m the luckiest man on earth. Looks like we’re getting married tomorrow,” I yell out to our family.
“Dear god, Mason. You’re not going to give your mother time to plan a reception, are you?” Mom replies.
“Nope, we can just go out to eat. Quinn and I don’t want all the fanfare, just our family standing beside us.”
“You’re not wrong, you know. I just want you, our family, and that’s it,” Quinn tells me, and then quickly kisses me before swimming to the edge of the pool to get out, and fuck what a view does she give me.
33
Quinn
Mason wasn’t kidding, he rallied our whole family, and we were married earlier today. It was small and simple at the courthouse. I wore a dress I had in the closet that was never worn before, it was white in color with a lace over lay, and off the shoulder. Summer came over and found the perfect pair of heels to go with it. We worked on my hair until it was piled high on my head with tendrils were falling down loosely.
The showstopper, of all showstoppers, was Mason though. When I saw him, I swear my heart stopped beating. He was in his signature suit, looking so drop dead gorgeous I wasn’t sure I could walk on my own two legs.
When I reached him, his hands instantly found mine and we said our vows to each other. It was exhilarating and almost sad at the same time. I wish my Grams was there to watch me marry the most wonderful man in the world, but I knew she was watching over us just the same.
After we said our “I do’s,” we all headed over to a restaurant for our reception. Momma Tina wasn’t going to let us get away with just a small ceremony. I didn’t mind not having one, but I’m really glad she put her foot down and did this for us.
“Are you happy, Sunshine?” Mason whispers into my ear as we dance slowly on a makeshift dance floor.