He smiled, tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, and walked down the aisle to the doors.
The guests all stood and smiled.
Willow grinned at her parents and Alex’s.
Both sets of parents were all smiles.
She was even happier that she’d invited Alex’s parents.
She glanced around and saw Mindy being escorted by Tanner down the aisle behind them.
They went outside to the red Mustang and Travis helped her in. The reception was being held at the local country club. Travis was a member, so they were more than happy to have the hosting duties for the reception.
On the drive over, Travis held her hand between shifting the gears. The car was a five-speed manual shift transmission and very fun to drive. She’d done so on more than one occasion.
At the reception were all the toasts and dancing.
Tanner was Mindy’s date for the entire time. He didn’t bring a date, and Willow wondered at that. “Why didn’t Tanner bring a date?”
Travis shrugged. “He’s fine, and Mindy’s having a great time. Don’t go psychoanalyzing him.”
“That’s right. He’s a successful businessman and if he had wanted a date, I’m sure he could have had anyone he asked. But he chose to escort Mindy. He’s a good man...your brother.”
“Yes, he is. All the Morgan men are good people.”
Even though she agreed, she laughed. “So are the Morgan women.”
“Of course, they are. They’re Morgans. And now you’re in the mix, Willow Morgan.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Suddenly, Mindy was next to the table.
“May I have this dance, Daddy?”
If Travis could deny her nothing before, her calling him Daddy meant all bets were off.
Willow smiled. Her two favorite people were right there with her.
“Of course, you can, my little firefly.”
“And with the next baby, I get to hold her first.”
Travis laughed. “Well, I think Mom will get that honor. She will do all the work after all.”
“Then, after Mom.”
“How about after me? Then you. Okay?”
Mindy sighed. “Okay. I get to hold her third.”
“What if the baby is a boy?”
“Nope. Gonna be a girl.”
“You’re so sure?” Travis smiled down at his new daughter.
“Yup...er...yes. I’m very sure.”