The priest looks over at us, blinking in surprise as he sees us both laying on the bed. He clears his throat, clutching his Bible.
“This can wait.”
I wave him over, growling. “No, it can’t.”
Andie giggles, pressing her fingers to her lips.
“I’d better be a married man in the next fifteen minutes if ye value yer life, Father.”
“You can’t threaten a priest!” Andie chides me, though she’s still giggling.
“I can threaten any man standing between me and my bride.”
She completely dissolves into laughter. The priest pales but steps up to the side of the hospital bed regardless.
“Witnesses?” he asks, his voice shaky.
“Right here, Father,” Seamus says smoothly as he and Paddy slide into the room. Paddy grins evilly when he sees me on the bed and waggles his eyebrows.
“Didn’tcuddlingget you into this mess?”
Andie and I flip him off simultaneously, drawing a chuckle from Seamus.
“We can get a nurse to be the second witness. We don’t need you,” Andie snipes at him.
Paddy grins at her, holding up his hands in a surrender position.
“Truce, lass. Sure, and I wouldn’t miss my best mate’s wedding in a million years.”
I’m glad. It would feel wrong to get married without both Seamus and Paddy here.
ANDIE
The priest marries us while we’re still cuddled together in my hospital bed. I have no idea when Connor organized this or when he managed to get his hands on two plain gold wedding bands, but suddenly we’re married, and I’m Andie Fitzpatrick. Connor kisses me deeply and probably a little inappropriately.
Paddy and Seamus howl with laughter, and the priest clears his throat uncomfortably.
Finally, Connor stops kissing me, pressing his forehead against mine and holding my gaze.
“Ye’re the most perfect lass,” he murmurs, brushing another kiss over my lips. “I can’t wait to get ye home and spend the rest of my life with ye.”
Another blush steals across my cheeks. I never really thought about whether or not Connor was romantic because he’s not a hearts and flowers kind of guy. He’s a strip poker and oral sex kind of guy. But right now, he’s knocking it out of the park with romantic gestures.
The priest says a bit more, shaking hands with Connor and the two others, and leaves. Paddy places a duffel bag on the bed. One of my sweaters is sticking out of it, so I guess I’m going home.
Dropping kisses on my cheeks, Seamus and Paddy slide out of the room.
“Are we heading back to Paddy and Lauren’s?”
“No, lass. We’re heading home.”
I beam at him. Connor kisses me, picking me up and carrying me out of the room. Seamus and Paddy have commandeered a wheelchair.
Setting me down in it, Connor starts pushing me. “Let’s get you out of here, lass,”
I tip my head back and grin up at him. Connor meets my grin, winking roguishly. Looking forward, I smile at my wedding band, stroking my fingers over it.
Paddy drives us home, Connor snuggling me in the backseat while Seamus reads something on his phone. Seamus doesn’t get out of the car when we park in the driveway.