Screw protocol.
My lips crash down on hers, and I kiss her with all the pent-up emotion racing through my veins.
“Ahem.” Jonathon clears his throat. “You’re supposed to wait untilafteryou’re married to kiss your bride.” He’s grinning when I reluctantly tear my lips from Vivien.
“My daddy isalwayskissing my mommy,” Easton exclaims, and everyone cracks up laughing.
“That’s ‘cause your mom is the best kisser ever.”
“Way to go, Mom.” East raises his hand for a high-five, and everyone laughs again.
“Take care of my princess and my little prince,” Jonathon says, his eyes looking suspiciously glassy.
“Always,” I promise.
I take Vivien’s hands, and we turn to face the minister as something on the inside of her wrist catches my eye. I flip her hand over, and my eyes widen. “When did you get this?” I ask, running my finger softly over the ink on her wrist. It’s still raised and a little red, so it’s recent enough.
“Last night,” she confirms.
We had separated last night for our hen’s and stag’s nights. We hit the strip and lost a ton of money in the casinos before enjoying a few drinks in the hotel bar. The girls stayed in Ash’s suite, drinking champagne, getting their nails done, and gossiping about us, no doubt.
“I love it.” I peck her lips as my heart swells with love for her. “Now every fucker will definitely know you’re mine.” My name is etched on her skin forever, and damn, if that doesn’t fill me with pride. I had a tattoo added to the top of my left arm with Easton’s and Vivien’s names on it, curled underneath a single rose. There is enough space around it to add more names when we decide to grow our family.
“Are we ready to begin?” the celebrant asks, and I’m sure she’s getting fed up of my annoying ass, but feck it. It’s my wedding day, and I’m not exactly known for following the rules.
“As ready as we’ll ever be,” I say, pulling Easton around so he’s in front of us. I flash my beautiful bride one of my signature smiles. “Let’s get married, Hollywood.”