Page 45 of Accidentally Hitched (Unintentionally Yours #1)

Amanda

“ W ell, Aunt Shirly is officially banned from the table,” Kate shakes her head as she plops down into the chair on my right at the wedding party table. Her plum-colored satin dress is stretching over her baby bump, and I love it.

“Oh God, what did she do now?” I ask, setting down my wine glass.

“No. This is your wedding, no drama. Those were your rules, not mine. Just know that I’ve taken care of everything and people are getting along…more or less. Also, pretty sure there’s brandy in the punch bowl, but people seem to be okay with that.”

I laugh because right now, nothing can ruin my mood.

My first quote unquote wedding to Callum was anything but extravagant.

Though, considering it’s been a year and nine months since that day, I would be lying if I said it’s not a cute fond memory now that we often laugh at while lying in bed.

This wedding, however, is over the top. That was very much not my doing.

But when you marry into the Hardin family and your sister is, well, Kate, there is no such thing as a modest get-together.

The wedding itself was held at the Biltmore of all places and while I found it to be decadent beyond words, I have to admit, it was beautiful.

The reception, however, at my request is in the lobby of Hardin Records.

The glass windows display the night city lights in all their glory, there’s a built-in bar and the walls are lined with music and art.

It’s very alt and very me, yet still classy.

“I gotta admit, I don’t know how you did 9 months of this,” Kate sighs.

“Pregnancy isn’t so bad. Other than feeling huge. Getting kicked in the ribs. Always being hungry but nothing ever sounds good. Not being able to sleep–” I rattle off.

“I meant not being able to drink!” she blurts out. “My big sister is getting married, and I can’t even have a glass of wine.”

She laughs and put my arm around her. “How do you think I felt at your wedding?”

“Miserable,” she pouts.

“Here’s your mama!” Iris appears behind us with Dylan in tow, passing him off to me.

“I can’t believe he’s almost one,” Paul says, smiling over at him.

“It did go fast,” I coo, kissing his sloppy cheeks. Kate has him dressed in the tiniest tuxedo ever made, something I wasn’t a fan of subjecting my little man to. I did add one touch, just to make sure he looked like my son. Converse shoes.

“And to think, I’m going to be an aunt soon and I’ll get to spoil your baby as much as you’ve spoiled Dylan.”

“Oh, trust me, she’s going to be spoiled,” Kate says. “She’s not even born yet, and she’s already got daddy wrapped around her little finger.”

“She?” I ask and Kate smiles.

“Just a feeling.”

“I love the name Dylan,” Iris chimes in, taking a well-earned sip of her wine. She’s been on baby duty all day. Willingly. “Is he named after anyone?”

“Bob Dylan,” Callum comes up behind me and I turn in my chair to face him.

“You’re a Bob Dylan fan?” Paul asks. “That surprises me.”

“Not so much a fan. More like…his music is tied to memories,” I say while looking up at Callum. He winks at me and pulls me to my feet.

“If you will all excuse me, I want to dance with my wife.”

“I’ll take the little man,” Avery walks over and scoops Dylan out of my lap and Callum shakes his head.

“It is so weird seeing you with a baby,” he says.

“Well, you better get used to it. One day, I just might have a son of my own too.”

“So, who would be the CEO of Hardin if that happens?” Noah asks from across the table.

Callum and Avery look at each other with matching competitive smirks before Callum says, “They can rock paper scissors for it.” He pulls me to the floor and everyone cheers. The jazz band in the corner switches to a slow song and Callum pulls me close.

“Live music was a good call,” he says. “I think people expected some kind of a rave or just a song list of artists we produced on loop. I like this much better.”

“It’s about the music,” I tell him. “Not the show.”

“I agree.”

I smile up at him and bite my lip. “I’m never going to get used to you saying that, you know.”

“Saying what?” he asks.

“My wife.”

“You are my wife. You have been for a year,” he chuckles.

“Yeah but this time it’s for real for real.”

“Yeah…” he says and there’s a flicker of something behind his eyes. “So, about the Vegas wedding. I looked that guy up. Apparently he got shut down. I guess his license was expired, though the dates are blurry.”

“So…there’s a chance we were never married to start with?” I ask and Callum shakes his head.

“But that doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is that we are married now. I’d marry you every day for the rest of my life, Amanda Hardin.”

A grin spreads across my face. “Amanda Hardin. That does sound good doesn’t it. Kinda edgy. Kinda sexy.”

“Kinda like you’re mine,” he says, lowering his face to mine.

“Callum Hardin, I’ve been yours since the day you threw your tie at me. And for the record, I’d wave that paddle every day for the rest of my life.”

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