Page 149 of Unbreakable Thread

“What if she did?” His lips curl.

I swear this man lives to see me unhinged, only because he is.

“Then I’d drag her ass to the altar.”

“Good answer.” Drake twists his gaze toward Xander. “What would you do, X?”

Xander gives us a mischievous smirk. “I’d force her hand in marriage.”

I lean my head back on the seat and raise a brow at Drake. “What about you? Do you plan on marrying?”

“I don’t plan on it. But let’s say I found a woman I wanted to marry. I’d call the priest to the house and ask him to bind the marriage while I thrust in her.”

My head juts up.

“I’ll be balls deep inside her, so when the priest says, ‘Do you take Drake as your husband?’ she’ll be about to orgasm and scream, ‘Yes!’ Her scream validates the marriage.”

“Damn,” Xander says.

“Take notes, boys,” Drake muses.

My dad and I bust out laughing.

“You men are menaces,” Pops says, grinning.

Once the couple before us is done, the guys and I walk into the chapel.

Justin gives me a hand signal, letting us know that the girls have arrived. Lana and Bethany rode along with Sol. Bethany didn’t have the money to fly down, and Sol had mentioned she didn’t want her father’s money. I wanted to surprise Sol and fly Bethany home. My dad and I stayed at Sol’s old place last night to give the girls their space. My dad is going to be moving into Sol’s old place once we feel he’s ready. When the twins arrive, I’m hoping it will give him that drive to stay clean.

When I would see grooms in movies and even in real-life videos, I’d always wonder why they cried. If you’ve been in a relationship with her for so long, the only thing that changes is her name. I would say, “What a bunch of dumbasses,” years ago.

From the corner of the room, piano notes float through the air as a woman in a cream-colored dress coaxes them from ivory keys. Justin waits at the entrance, ready to walk my bride down the aisle. The room falls silent except for a few caught breaths, and suddenly there’s only Sol, standing at the altar, the rest of the world blurring at the edges as my chest tightens and flutters. In my dreams, I pictured her walking down the aisle, never pregnant. This is just the icing on the cake. She’s a breath of fresh air.

Now my heart is in my throat, swallowing those emotions I never thought I’d feel. It would be fitting to say she changed me, but Sol has always accepted me for who I am. I tore down my walls for her to see and carved my way into her heart, molding myself into the man I knew I needed to become.

The white wedding dress, a cascade of silk and delicate lace, forms into her body like a second skin, accentuating the gentle curve of her waist before flowing outward at her hips. My breath catches in my throat as she nears, her steps measured against the quiet swell of the piano. My gaze drops to her feet, making sure she’s not wearing heels, as it will only make her feet ache more than they already do. She’s wearing white sneakers. My lips curl, and along with it, a tear slips. She catches it with her thumb. “Got it.” She smiles, with her own tears running down.

I mirror her gesture, brushing away the wetness on her cheeks with my thumb, then moving closer until our foreheads nearly touch. “You look beautiful. The most stunning bride.”

The priest begins with a rushed entrance. I don’t mind. I just want her to be my wife already. Legally.

“I do,” I say after I voice my vows written for her. My gaze never leaves hers when I slip the ring on her soft skin.

She gives me the softest, kindest smile. “I do,” she says, then slips my ring on. Sol whispers, “I pinky promise,” and loops her finger in mine.

Drake is the first to catch it. He laughs beside me. He must remember me rushing to him, telling him I pinky promised to marry her. He shook his head and said, “You got yourself into a mess, kiddo.”

A beautiful mess I wouldn’t trade for anything.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the b—” he starts.

My hand slips up her neck, pulling her to me, and our lips lock into a promising kiss before he can finish. I lick the seam of her plump lips, then swirl my tongue in her mouth, devouring Sol as my wife for the first time.

My wife.

The small crowd of family and friends cheer and congratulate us.

Opening the car door for her, I lean in to whisper in her ear. Her skin blooms with goosebumps as my breath licks her neck. “Get in the car, wife.”