"You take your mom, and I’ll get my aunt," I say to Nate, who nods, and we start to make our way across the room.
Then her dad chimes in. "Trust me, I didn't look at you. I don't do older women, and my wife is more in bed than I can handle."
"Fuck. Things you don't need to know about your parents." Nate says as we are fighting our way through the crowd that is gathered around the table.
When we finally break through, I step in front of my aunt at the same time my dad walks up behind her.
"Jill, this is why no one invites you to anything anymore." My dad growls at his sister.
"It's time for her to go home," I tell my dad, who nods wearily.
"I got her." He takes her hand, and Aunt Jilly follows. She always trusts her brother and would follow him anywhere. But she turns one last time and gives what I'm sure she thinks is a flirtatious smirk at Nate's dad.
Once my aunt is out of the room, Rory bursts out laughing, and slowly the room follows suit.
"How was that for wedding drama, Mom?" Rory asks.
Her mom glares at her but then turns to hide a smile. We hurry through the cake cutting and saying our goodbyes as we race to our room. We’re staying at the same hotel where the wedding is being held. Tomorrow we leave for our honeymoon.
Nate paid for the entire honeymoon, saying he owed us that much. It's a trip to Greece and Spain. The top two countries on Rory's out-of-the-country bucket list. I can't wait to explore them with her.
Once in the room, I turn and pin her to the back of the door.
"Your signature move." She says, smiling.
"What?"
She laughs, "It started when we were driving Route 66. We'd get to our room, and you'd turn and pin me to the back of the door. It's your signature move, and I love it." She pulls me in for a kiss.
"Guess I hadn't realized I was doing it so much. But it's because once we’re alone, I can't wait to get my hands and lips on you," I tell her just before my lips land on hers.
We make out for a few minutes with her pressed to the door as I run my hands over every inch of her I can touch.
"Now, how do we get this dress off of you? Because it's too nice to just rip in half."
"Don't you dare!" she gasps.
I wouldn't because she looks too good to ruin it, and I already have fantasies of her wearing this dress a few years down the road for me to recreate this night.
"Get on the bed, wife," I growl as soon as the dress slips from her body.
"I hope you didn't plan on getting any sleep tonight."
She giggles, and I swear it's the sweetest sound in the world. "No plans whatsoever."
"Good."
Because I plan to spend every day of our forever making her cum over and over again.