Page 120 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy
"Good."
"You're smiling."
"I'm married. I'm allowed to smile."
"Fair."
The song ends. Another starts. Faster. People flood the floor.
I'm pulled into a circle with the Sparkle regulars. The drag queen spins me. The yoga mom laughs. The teen influencer films everything.
Gunther's swept up by his coworkers. They're doing some orcish group dance that involves a lot of stomping.
Orry's being passed around like a very cute football.
It's chaos.
It's perfect.
Later.Much later. The crowd thins. Colum's directing cleanup. Gunther and I sit by the fountain, Orry asleep in my lap.
"That was a wedding," I say.
"That wasourwedding."
"Same thing."
He leans his head on my shoulder. "You happy?"
"Exhausted. But yeah. Happy."
"Me too."
We sit. Watch the last guests leave. The tent glows. Music fades.
Somewhere in the plaza, a camera clicks.
Gunther groans. "Tell me that's not another reporter."
"Probably Colum. He's documenting everything."
"Of course he is."
Orry stirs. Blinks. Sees Gunther. Smiles.
"Dada."
"Hey, buddy."
"Cake." Orry bangs on the table, his demands eliciting a smile on his dada.
"All gone." Gunther holds out his empty hands.
"More?"
"Tomorrow."
Orry considers. Nods. Snuggles back into my chest.
