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My head spins to find Charlene with her hands covering her mouth. She simply can’t help herself and runs out onto the dance floor. “Is that why you were worried about your dress?”
I’m so choked up I can only nod. Okay, I’ll blame it on hormones. Collective gasps are heard from around us as my three friends come running over.
“You’re pregnant?” Addison belts out.
“Yes.”
“Wait.”
We all turn to look at Tuesday.
“The song said two more of her.”
Multiple sets of eyes are on me now. Matt can’t help himself. He stands tall and proud. “Just call me Super Sperm!”
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An hour later, everyone has had the opportunity to eat their fill of Ellie’s incredible food. Dave stands and clinks his champagne glass rousing the crowd’s attention. “Thank you everyone for coming to the wedding of the century. If I’m every lucky enough to find Mrs. Right, we have our work cut out for us to compete with this.”
A low rumble of laughter echoes amongst the guests at his remarks.
“For the record, I admit I’m likely the only man on the planet to say he’s feeling a little left out of the wedding festivities.” His words are met with more snickers. “But I’ve watched as four of the greatest men around, met their perfect partners. If I manage to find a girl who is even half the woman that Addison, Tuesday, Ellie, and Quinn are, I’ll be fortunate indeed.”
There are numerous “Here here’s” from those in attendance along with clinking of water glasses by utensils.
My gaze flicks from the proud countenance of my new husband, back to Dave. But it’s not his loving words that steals my attention. It’s the look in his eyes. I follow the direction of his stare to find Charlene blinking back at him.
What? When did this happen?
I quickly give a silent prayer that the universe sends a miracle their way. Sitting up taller in my seat at the very idea, my heart begins to race. If only these two could find their way to one another. They’d be perfect together.
And if Dave could get my best friend to move here to Sycamore Mountain, I’d truly have it all.
The End
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