Page 141 of Hockey Boy
Tipping her chin up, she gives me a rueful smile. “It’s a wedding gift, actually.”
Brows pulled low, I frown in confusion. “From who?”
“Your brother. Though it comes with a few strings. I may have agreed that we’d watch the kids on Friday nights when we can.”
Laughing, I bring my forehead to hers. “Fucking Beckett.”
“Ducking,” she murmurs.
The dog yelps again, eager for attention, so I crouch down and pet his soft fur. “Goose?”
He barks like he knows his name.
She shrugs. “Beckett.”
I groan, annoyed that he came up with such a great name without me. “I can’t believe he named our ducking dog Goose.”
She smiles down at us. “I don’t know. I think it’s kind of perfect.”
Popping up, I throw my arm around her.
The puppy instantly darts into the house, streaking mud across the gorgeous hardwoods.
“Nothing’s perfect,” I say. “It might even be a disaster. But so long as I’m with you, Lex, it will be everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Aiden: May I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Aiden & Lennox Langfield
Sara: OH MY GOD. STOP IT! YOU’RE ADORABLE. ALSO, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR GETTING MARRIED WITHOUT ME.
Me: Don’t worry, you’ll all be invited to our wedding this summer in the park. I just couldn’t wait to make this one my husband.
Beckett: Congrats, guys. I think I’m officially ten for ten when it comes to matching couples. You’re welcome.
Gavin: LOL. And now you’re living across the street from him instead of next door to me. Good luck with that.
Millie: So happy for you guys, but I’ll miss having you next door.
Sara: Brunch Sunday?
Aiden: We just got married. You aren’t having boozy brunch and leaving us guys out.
Brooks: I’m with Aiden. I want to come.
Sara: All you had to do was ask Brookie. I’ll take care of you.
Brooks: CRAZY GIRL!
Sara:??
Liv: Welcome to the family and the neighborhood. Just let us know where and when we’re celebrating, and we’ll be there. (Preferably without kids. Mama needs a break)
Me: Thank you. Love you all! We’ll see you Sunday!
“I can’t believewe did it,” I whisper, dropping my phone to the floor.
Beside me, my husband lies on his back on the pillow-covered floor in front of the fireplace, wearing the sweetest smile.
Aiden takes my hand in his and holds them above us so I can see our rings. There’s something about seeing the gold band wrapped around his left finger.