Michelle laughs, extending a napkin toward me to clean the mess up off the front of my shirt and my chin.
“They’ve been angels. Did you get that errand taken care of?”
My cheeks heat, and I nod quickly. There weren’t many choices for lingerie in a town of this size, but I found something that would work. After all, it was my only choice because I’m getting married tomorrow.
Something tells me that Graham would want me even if I wore a mumu and hadn’t shaved my legs in a month. Hedidsee me give birth to his children; I feel like that bonds couples far more than you could imagine.
“Yes, uh… I did.”
She nods, her eyes twinkling with amusement. I notice that she seems to be in better spirits today, her eyes brighter, her smile wider.
“How are you feeling?”
“I feel okay today. I think it’s time for a rest though, it feels like I’ve run a marathon. Thank you for giving me some time with my precious granddaughters.”
I hug her small body to me, whispering, “Anytime Michelle. Get some rest.”
“Em,” Graham says, walking up just as Michelle retires to her bedroom, “Come outside with me for a second?”
I nod, setting the pea-covered napkin down and following behind him outside. My nerves are already shot with tomorrow looming, and honestly, I hate that tonight we have to be apart. I understand it, but I’ve gotten so used to sleeping next to him, our legs tangled together as I sleep in his arms.
We walk outside, where it’s quiet, to the wraparound porch that has become a staple in my life in only a short time.
The second we walk outside, Graham’s on me, his hands lacing into the hair at the nape of my neck, and his lips on mine. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, a groan matching mine.
I feel his tongue tease along the seam of my lips. He presses me against the cool wood of the porch, his hips jutting against my core. I can feel how hard he is, and I break free, groaning.
“Graham…”
He drops his forehead against mine. “I know, I know… it’s just, you’ll be my wife tomorrow, Em. Just saying it makes me so fucking hard.”
I laugh, my shoulder shaking as he grins, a boyish grin that makes his dimples pop. My favorite smile of Graham’s hands down.
“This is it. This is the last night you’ll be a Davidson. This is all I’ve ever wanted Em. You. You and the girls are my home. My forever. Hell, I’ve made it through the hardest time of my life because of you. Knowing you’re mine, and that I’ve got you by my side.”
I nod, pulling my lip between my teeth. “And I’ll vow to you forever. Tomorrow I’ll be Mrs. Emery Davidson Adams.”
Another groan escapes his lips, and he begins to run his hands up my sides, causing me to shiver. “Say it again. Fuck, keep saying it.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Adams. I’ll see you tomorrow under the oak tree. I can’t wait to be your wife.”