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Jensen shifts from one foot to the other, running a hand across the nape of his neck. “Look, I’m happy for you both and all, but weddings and love, they aren’t for me. A few dates and a fuck with a pretty girl are more my wheelhouse.”

“So, you have no plans to settle, like at all, ever?” Jon asks, clearly struggling to get his head around Jensen’s logic.

He shakes his head. “Nope. Sounds like a whole lot of trouble and heartbreak to me.”

“Well, this is fucking cheerful when we’re picking out suits for my wedding.”

I nod. “Tell me about it. I hope the girls are having more fun.”

Puffing out a breath, Jensen comes to stand beside Jon, his hands in his pockets. All three of us are now standing in front of the giant mirror in the dressing room, staring at each other. “I’m not here to put a downer on anything. I’m happy for you. She’s everything you wantedandneeded. You were a fucking wreck before you met her.”

“Not helping,” I chime in.

“But all I’m saying is, it’s just not for me. The ‘happily ever after’ thing.”

“I thought that once,” Jon counters.

“Yeah, when you were a rookie, and then things changed for you. It’s never changed for me, and I’m cool with it.”

“Your sister gets married next year too, doesn’t she?” I ask.

Jensen nods. “Yeah, summer is gonna be hell on earth wedding season.”

“Add Zach’s wedding to your roster as well.”

I eye Jon. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Does she not want to get married or something?” he replies.

I can’t prevent the shit eating grin that spreads over my face as I recall last night, and the first time I gave her my last name, other than stamped across her back while I fucked her into oblivion. “She wants to get married one day.”

“What’s the delay then?”

I physically turn to Jon. “I haven’t even shipped her things from her place to ours yet. Plus, she’s only just agreed to move in and uproot her life. Give me a fucking second, man.”

Jensen snickers and eyes our captain. “You’re unbearable these days. It’s kind of disgusting if I’m being honest.”

Looking at us both through the mirror he huffs out a frustrated breath. “Well, this entire experience of picking out wedding suits was really magical. Thanks. I’m going to settle up and go find my wife.” He saunters back to the dressing room.

Jensen’s shoulders vibrate with laughter. “Not quite.”

He flips the bird over his shoulder. “Fuck off.”

Walkinginto one of our favorite Italian restaurants, my subconscious instantly searches for my girl, and when I land on her, she smiles back, illuminating me from the inside.

Seattle is in full holiday mode since we’re only a week away from Christmas, but I feel totally unprepared. I haven’t bought anything for her yet. Sexy lingerie, perfume, a spa day, skincare, none of it seems to make sense. Buying her a second telescope for our place isn’t even a possibility, since I bought one for myself when I returned to Seattle just before preseason. Call me a simp, but each night I’d watch the stars, wondering if she was viewing the same ones.

I slide up next to her and wrap an arm around the back of her chair, planting a kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Hey there, Rocket.”

“Hey. Get what you need?”

I eye Jon, who has his face buried in Felicity’s neck, probably triple-checking she isn’t getting cold feet.

“Yeah, got the suits. Any luck with the dress?”

“She found a couple, but nothing that said, ‘the one.’She did ask me to be a bridesmaid though. Kate’s her maid of honor.”

I knew she was being asked since Jon can’t keep a secret to save his fucking life. “Oh yeah, that’s awesome. Any idea about the color of your dress?” I lean closer to her. “Maybe black. You know how I feel about that color on you.”