Page 63 of Just A Bet

Me: Where are you? *Picture me not so patiently waiting*

Lennox: Carb Loading.

It’s followed by a picture of her sticking a giant piece of pizza in her mouth.

I laugh out loud, then realize I’m in the front of a church and step behind my groomsmen. One of them being Noa. I’ve decided he’s not too bad. Even if he tried to drug me once.

Me: Bring me some?

Lennox: I’ll be the girl carrying pizza instead of a bouquet.

Me: Flowers are overrated.

I step back out to my assigned spot. The wedding March starts, and my pulse picks up. Why is it such a slow song? With as fast as my heart is racing, it should be something heavy metal.

A curtain parts in the back of the room, and out steps Lennox. Her dress hugs her beautiful figure, then flares out just below her hips, but it’s not her figure I’m looking at now. All I see are her bright, beautiful eyes. The eyes that show me every day how much she loves me, with just a look. I vow to myself and to her at this moment that I will never do anything to take away that light.

“Take care of her son,” Mark says, handing over my fiancée.

“Always,” I whisper, pulling her close to my side.

“Did my brothers make any bets?” Lennox asks as we take our places.

“Only about twenty-five,” I say.

“Let’s give them a show then.” She grins and then she kisses me. We haven’t even made it through the first sentence, and we’re already kissing.

Looks like I won.

The End