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“Don’t worry. They’re fine,” she spoke through gritted teeth.

The bridal march began to play, and when I looked up, I saw Marley standing at the top of the aisle, holding Ashley in one arm and Ashton in the other. Tears filled my eyes as she slowly walked down the aisle, looking as gorgeous as ever.

“Wow,” Chase whispered.

When she approached, a tear fell down my cheek. Ashley held her arms out to me, and I took her.

“You are so beautiful.” I smiled at Marley.

“And you’re so handsome. They’re going to stay up here with us until we exchange our rings.”

“I love that idea. Thank you.”

I stood next to Marley with Ashley in my arms. Marley held Ashton while the minister said a few words. When it was time to exchange the rings, Penelope and Olivia stepped up and took the children from us. We turned to each other, said our heartfelt vows, and exchanged rings.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your beautiful bride, Charlie.”

Everyone clapped and whistled as I wrapped my arm around Marley’s waist, dipped her, and kissed her as hard as I could.

“Hello, Mrs. Stone.” I smiled.

“Hello, my husband.”

We had a beautiful reception filled with our family and friends. Marley and I both made some of the decisions regarding the wedding preparations, but she had outdone herself, and I was so proud of her.

“Charlie, congratulations to you and your new bride.” Loretta Stansfield smiled.

“Thank you, Loretta.”

“The wedding is absolutely beautiful. May I ask who your event planner was?”

“That would be my wife.” I smiled, hooking my arm around Marley’s waist. “She’s an event planner.”

“Is that so? Well, my daughter just got engaged, and I would love to sit down and talk to you when you return from your honeymoon.”

“I would love that.” Marley smiled.

“Excellent. If you give me your phone number, I’ll text you mine, and you can call me when you get back.”

Marley rattled off her phone number while Loretta put it in her phone.

“Look at that. The Stansfield wedding will be huge.” I smiled.

“I don’t want to think about anyone’s wedding but ours. Let’s go cut the cake, husband.”

“I’m right with you, wife. God, I love calling you that.” A grin crossed my face.

Six Months Later

It washard to believe the twins would be one year old, and Marley and I had been married six months already. After a long day at work, I walked through the door, and the kids weren’t the only ones screaming.

“No. You listen to me, you incompetent jackass! Those goddamn statues better be delivered to the address I sent you by Monday afternoon. I don’t care if you have to drive to the Hamptons to get them yourself. You made a promise, and you’re going to follow through, or I swear to God, I will hunt you down myself, cut off your balls, and feed them to your dog!” Marley shouted. “Thank you. I knew you would make things right. Goodbye, Chuck.”

I walked over and picked up the kids. “Remind me never to make you angry.” I smirked at Marley. “What has Chuck done now?”

“He’s trying to say there was a mix-up on the order for the statues for the Garrison party.” She placed her hand on her forehead.

“And what is wrong with these two?” My brow arched as I handed her Ashton.