Page 101 of Hold You Close
She continues toward me with a smile that knocks me on my ass.
“Hi,” she says as she stands before me.
“Hi.”
“Hi!” Ruby says and we all laugh.
“Hi, pipsqueak.”
Elvis walks up to the front, and I don’t even give a shit how cheesy and cliché this is. All that matters is London and me.
He goes on about love and marriage, but I don’t hear a word as I stare at my bride.
“Ian.” She nudges me.
Then I recall something about ‘do I take’ . . . “I do.”
“Do you, London, take Ian for better or worse?”
“I do.”
“By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
I know what comes next and I don’t need his permission.
I wrap my arms around her, leaning her back, and kiss the shit out of her. She holds on tight and I refuse to let go. She’s mine now—and forever.
Epilogue
London
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~ Fourteen Months Later ~
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“Ian!” I call out. “I need a diaper!”
You would think the man would replenish the diaper holder after he uses the last one, but no, he leaves it empty so I have to stand here with crap in the baby’s butt and no way to change her.
I look down at Sabrina and shake my head. ?
??Your Daddy is a mess, Brina. A big mess. What are we going to do with him, huh?”
She’s only four months old, so she just kicks her legs and smiles.
“Here!” Ian enters the room as though he just saved the world, holding the pack of diapers. “You’re welcome.”
“I wouldn’t have had to ask if you filled them to begin with . . .”
“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to get told what to do, and I just love that,” he says with heavy sarcasm.
“I hate you.”
He laughs. “You only wish you did, baby.” Then the jerkface slaps my ass.
Ian wasted no time getting me pregnant. I think he took a bet with someone over how fast he could do it, because it was his damn mission. We both wanted a baby, and we both imagined time wasn’t on our side. I never thought it would happen in the first month, but here we are.
