Page 36 of The Final Game

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Page 36 of The Final Game

“You kind of are,” I tell her, seeing her brows knit together. Fuck. This is why no one else wanted to tell her. She gets this sad puppy look in her eyes, and no one wants her to be upset on the night before her wedding.

“Really?” she asks, looking to Madi for confirmation.

“It’s okay,” my amazing wife says, reassuring her best friend. “It’s your wedding, and you want it to be perfect.” She lifts her shoulder. “I get that. We all get that. I knew what Iwas signing up for when I accepted to be your maid of honor.”

Gabi visibly relaxes, her lips lifting into a smile, but then her brows knit together. “But you’re a hundred percent everything is ready to go for tomorrow, right?”

Madeline lets out a laugh, and nods. “Yes,” she confirms. “The flowers are scheduled to arrive tomorrow at six. The cake will be there at ten, and the guests are arriving at nine.” She tilts her head, flashing her a warm smile. “Everything will be perfect, Gabi. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Gabi sighs. “I guess.”

Chris reaches for her hand, which makes her turn her eyes on him. “You should be excited, pretty girl. Not stressed,” he says, but then his smile slips a little. “Are you not excited?”

Gabi shakes her head, clutching his face in her hand, and leans down to press a reassuring kiss on his lips. “Of course, I’m excited. I just want our wedding to be perfect. I want everything to go right.” Chris returns her smile, and I swear my heart knocks in my chest at the sight of those two. They’re so fucking perfect for each other. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Hudson,” she tells him with a grin.

Chris chuckles. “Or I can be Mr. Miller?”

Gabi’s brows lift. “You want to take my last name?” she asks him.

His shoulders lift in a shrug as his smile widens. “We could say ‘we’re the Millers’.”

“Dude, that’s so cool,” Grayson says, smacking him on his arm. “I say take the cooler lastname.”

Chris laughs, but then turns his attention to Gabi, his expression settling. “Besides, it’s my father’s last name,” he says. “I wouldn’t be mad over losing that association to him. So, if you want me to change it to yours, then I’m in.”

“Mine is also my father’s,” Gabi points out with a laugh. “How unfortunate that we both have assholes for dads.”

Chris clutches her face in his hand, running his thumb over her cheek, Gabi’s eyes meeting his. “We should make a whole new last name for us.”

Gabi’s eyes widen. “We could so something cool, like …”

“Parker,” they both say in unison, their smiles widening. Those two have always been crazy about spiderman. It’s no wonder they’d both choose that particular last name.

“You guys are not inventing a new last name,” Grayson says with a grunt.

“Mind your business, Grayson,” Gabi replies, keeping her eyes on Chris.

“You could name your son Peter,” James adds with a wink. “That would be cool.”

Gabi grunts, shaking her head. “Okay, no. That’s too far. We’re not a shitty spin off show,” she says with an eye roll. “I think we should flip a coin and let fate decide.”

Chris leans in and presses his lips to hers in a soft kiss, that luckily, ends quickly. I love those guys, but I’ve witnessed their make out sessions one too many times. “I love that idea,” he says with stars in his eyes.

“Fuck. We’re getting old,” James says with a huff. “Getting married, having kids.” He grunts, shaking his head. “How do you guys think Aiden and Leila are doing?” he asks.

“They’re doing amazing,” Rosie says. “Leila’s texting me hourly updates, and turns out, Aiden can rock Talia to sleep in under a minute.”

“Figures,” Grayson says with a scoff. “That guy is good at everything he does.”

“I bet that pisses Leila off,” Gabi says with a snicker. “I can just imagine the baby crying for hours, and then Aiden comes in, and it knocks out immediately. I’d pay to see that.”

“It?” Rosie asks with a raised brow.

Gabi rolls her eyes. “She,” she says, waving a hand. “You know what I mean.”

“When are you guys going to be next?” Grayson asks, looking at us with a smile, which makes Madi freeze on my lap. “I want to see a little baby Silva.”

Fuck.




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