Page 92 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
I try so hard not to cry. I’ve done so much of it, but I’m so overwhelmed. “Reid …”
He removes the ring and takes my hand. “I never believed in love before you, Willow. It was this myth that people told themselves to feel better about their lives, but then you gave me your heart, and I realized that I was the one living a lie. I don’t want that anymore. You’re my truth, and remember …” Reid smiles as he pushes the ring over my knuckle. “You already said yes.”
I reach up, touching my hand to his cheek, the light catching the diamond, sending prisms around the room. “You really are perfect.”
“I’m only perfect because I have you.”
Epilogue
That whole thing about grooms being late for their weddings is crap, as far as I’m concerned. It’s the bride who’s late for mine. We should be married already!
I’m standing here with Leo—who is no damn help—like a fool, shifting around and pretending I’m not being impatient.
I look back up at her parents’ lake house, wondering what the hell is going on. It’s not like she didn’t get here on time—we slept here. Well, sleeping wasn’t really what we did.
Sure, we started off in separate bedrooms—she wanted to play the role of the virginal bride on her wedding night, but when I snuck in and woke her up with my head between her legs, she didn’t kick me out. I quite enjoyed the rest of my night.
Aspen comes walking up with an uncomfortable smile. “Hey, so she’ll be just a bit longer.”
I smile back and talk through my teeth. “What is taking so long?”
She turns her back to the people sitting in the blistering sun so she can talk. “Well, her dress isn’t fitting right thanks to the fact that you knocked her up, so she’s in tears.”
“Tell her I’m baking out here.”
“I would, but she probably doesn’t care, so you’re going to have to be a little understanding.”
I square my shoulders, rather proud of the fact that just three months into our engagement, we learned that she was pregnant. We weren’t really trying to do it or trying to stop it. It just happened, and I was thrilled about it. I proved my male prowess without needing to stick a turkey baster anywhere near her.
I am man, hear me make baby.
Aspen rolls her eyes. “You can tone down your testosterone there buddy, we get it, you did your manly duty. Pride and all that is beaming from your aura.”
No matter how much time I spend around my soon-to-be sister-in-law, I’ll never understand her. “I made her happy.”
“Yes, good job.”
Leo snorts. “At least he can do one thing right.”
I turn and smirk at my brother. “I definitely do that right.”
r /> “Yeah, we’ve all had the pleasure of overhearing it too.”
I don’t even feel bad about that. Willow and I love sex, and that’s not a bad thing. Come to think of it, I’m shocked we didn’t get pregnant sooner. Once we got back together, we were going at it all the time.
“Oh, Jesus,” Aspen groans. “You’re practically glowing red now. Can’t you two keep yourselves in check? I made a mention of you before and she lit up like a Christmas tree.”
“Nope. When you love someone, that’s sort of how it goes.”
“Says the new expert on love?” Leo laughs once.
“As much fun as this is,” Aspen interrupts, “I’m going to check on my very pregnant and uncomfortable sister. You should ... entertain the crowd or something. I would suggest not discussing your sexual abilities, since my Aunt Louise might have a heart attack.”
“How the hell am I going to do that?” I ask.
“I don’t know, think of something.”
She’s off before I can say anything else, smiling and waving at what was supposed to be a very small group of people. We thought maybe twenty people, but it’s over a hundred sitting here staring at me. Willow’s mother wasn’t having it any other way.
