Page 49 of The Final Game
His chest shakes with a laugh, and he shakes his head. “With you guys?” he says, tilting his head at us. “Anything is possible.”
He walks away, sneaking up behind Leila to wrap his arms around her, and I turn back around to face my beautiful wife, best friend, and the love of my life, all in one amazing person.
“Did you hear that?” I say, arching a brow teasingly as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Anything is possible.”
Chapter 21
The sunset washes over us, the orange pink hue painting a beautiful scene, as Chris spins me around, pulling me into him a second later.
A laugh bubbles out of me as I grip onto his shoulders. “Wow. The dance lessons we took really paid off,” I tease, as his hands tighten on my waist.
He arches a brow. “You’re acting like we haven’t practiced dancing since we were kids,” he says with a smirk. “Well, you more than me, but…”
“You mean when I forced you?” I ask, reminding him of the time I practically dragged him up from the floor when we were both high, and drunk, and tired as fuck, and I made him dance with me.
He tugs on my waist, pulling me flush against him, and locks his eyes with mine. “You could never force me to do anything, Gabi. You know I’d do anything you wanted, no matter what.” I suck in a breath keeping my eyes on his chocolate ones I love so much. “No forcing needed.”
His lips curve the tiniest bit, making my heart pound against my chest. How was I so stupid so for long? How in the hell did I not know that Chris was everything I have ever wanted, and needed for the first six years of our friendship? It’s so clear to me now how perfect he is. Howperfect we are together. How there’s no one in the whole entire planet that could make me feel like he does.
I shake my head slightly, my heart fluttering like crazy. “Why are you so perfect?” I ask him.
He lets out a low chuckle while we continue to dance, stepping to the slow song we both picked out to be our first dance. “I’m definitely not,” he says with a smirk.
I shake my head again, sliding my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, letting my fingers get tangled in his curly hair. “You’re perfect for me,” I tell him because everything in me screams for him. Every breath I take, every step I take, every damn morning I wake up the only thing that matters to me is this man right in front of me.
Chris comes to a halt, his hand falling from mine to clutch my face, his eyes scanning mine for what feels like eternity before he leans down and presses his lips to mine, deep and slow and full of passion. I’m aware everyone is watching us, since we’re the only people on the dancefloor, but I don’t care. This is my day. Our day. And I’m going to kiss my husband however many times I please.
When Chris pulls back, his lips curve into a smile, and he traces my cheek with the pad of his thumb, holding my face in the palm of his hand. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be,” he says making my heart thud against my chest.
“Alright,” the DJ says, breaking the moment between us. “I think it’s time for everyone else to join the happy couple.”
I turn my head, spotting a couple of people stepping away from their table to join me and Chris. I even see Chris’ momjoin the dancefloor with her husband, both of them smiling at each other as they dance together.
I look around the gorgeous venue we picked out months ago, all our friends and family surrounding us, sitting on the gold chairs I was dying to have, and eating the expensive as fuck salmon that looked way too fancy for me, and I can’t help but smile as I lay my head on Chris’s chest.
“Everything is so perfect,” I murmur as we continue to slow dance, pressed against each other. “This is the best wedding I could ever ask for.”
I feel his thumb gently lift my chin and I turn to look up at him as he smiles down at me with those kind eyes. “I’m glad you love it, pretty girl. I want to make you this happy forever.”
My lips part. “Forever’s a long time,” I say.
He nods. “But not long enough with you.”
God. This man knows all of the right words to make me melt into a puddle. I love him so much. “Do you want kids?” I blurt out before my brain can catch up.
Chris pauses, his brows slightly furrowing as he searches my eyes. “Where is this coming from?” he asks.
I shrug, feeling my stomach churn. “I don’t know. It was just something I was wondering about.”
He arches a brow, still watching me unconvinced. “Do you want kids?”
I pause, thinking about every possible answer I could give him. “Maybe.”
“Maybe,” he repeats, a slight smirk on his lips. “You don’t sound too sure.”
A sigh leaves my lips, and I turn to face him. “I don’t want my answer to influence you. I want to know what you think,” I tell him. “I already know you’d give me anything I wanted, but I need to know, Chris,” I say, swallowing hard. “I need to know if you really want kids.”
He watches me for a while, people dancing around us. It might have been a better idea to wait until we were at the hotel, or maybe even before we got married, but the thought is killing me, and I need to know his answer right now before I go insane.