Beretta makes her way to the start of the aisle and begins walking toward me. She’s an absolute vision, more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her before. She paid a lot of attention to the small details here. At the end of every aisle, there’s a candle lit, with three arrangements of white flowers surrounding them. It looks like something straight out of a movie. Though, I’m not too sure that most brides wear black to their weddings. I like how Beretta chose to do something different than everyone else.
She makes it to the end of the aisle, and I have a hard time holding back my smile. Her hair’s pulled back in a tight bun, and she has on the reddest lipstick I’ve ever seen. “God, you look fuckin’ beautiful.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Beretta laughs, and she grabs onto my hands, then looks to her brother, who’s the lucky bastard marrying us today.
“We’re all gathered here for Muffler and Beretta’s wedding. I know I can say a lot of us are surprised it’s taken this long for them to get here, but we’re all happy as can be for them. Am I right?” Hoodrat asks the entire crowd while hoots and hollers of agreement fill the background.
Beretta’s smile grows, and she looks up at me through thick lashes. She has dark eyeshadows on her eyes, and her makeup is impeccably done. I can’t stop staring at all of the beauty that she is.
“Now, the two of you asked me to not have this be a, and I quote, ‘a long, boring service’, so we’re gonna get straight to the damn point.” Hoodrat laughs, then looks at his sister.
“Beretta, am I right in assuming you want to take this self-righteous, opinionated, stubborn bastard to be your husband?”
Beretta cracks up laughing, and half the crowd goes along with her. “Yes, I do,” she manages to get out, still laughing.
I raise my brows and look at Hoodrat, who’s smiling the entire damn time he speaks. “Muffler, am I right in assuming you want to take this pain in the ass, always thinks she’s right, hot-headed woman to be your wife?”
Now I’m the one laughing because everything he said was spot on. “I sure as hell do,” I tell him and look into my soon-to-be wife’s eyes.
“Just as I thought. All right, Muffler, you have the rings?”
I pat my pockets and act like I don’t have them. Beretta’s eyes go wide, and I know she’s probably having some sort of heart palpitations. I end up pulling the rings out of my right pocket, and Beretta grumbles under her breath. “Bastard.”
I smirk at her remark and hand her the ring she has to slide on my finger while I keep the ring I need to slide on hers in my hand.
Hoodrat has us slide the rings on the other’s fingers, and the next thing I know, we’re walking down the aisle as man and wife. The next few minutes go by like a flash before my eyes. The guys end up moving the chairs around some circular black tables and leave the arch right where it is. There’s a DJ booth set up on the side of the rooftop, and the DJ begins playing some tunes. Meanwhile, there are caterers walking around with appetizers while they get the main dishes ready. I can’t fucking wait to dig into the pit beef and ham. We didn’t go super fancy for the wedding food. I told Beretta I wanted some shit that could be smoked, tacos, and some food that’ll send my cholesterol shooting up.”
We even added different desserts besides our wedding cake as well. We have an ice cream station, cookies, cake pops, and churros.Â
I grab Beretta’s hand and pull her off to the side. We’ve spent so much time talking to our guests that we’ve barely eaten any appetizers. “We did it,” I smile at her.
Beretta licks her lips and seems a bit nervous, so I arch a brow. “That isn’t the only thing we did, baby,” she tells me. Grabbing one of my hands, she places it on her stomach, and I’m completely caught off guard.
Every piece of our lives is finally coming together. “Have you told anyone else?”
Beretta immediately shakes her head, “No, and I probably won’t for a few days. Giada’s baby shower is in two days, and she’s due next week. I don’t want to steal her thunder. We’ll wait until after the baby’s here, okay?”
I nod, damn sure to do whatever my wife asks of me. “Whatever you want, Beretta. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. This woman has no idea how much she means to me, and I wonder if she ever will.”