She looked at Stretch. “Stretch, will you marry Cash and spend the rest of your life making him happy?”
“Yes,” Stretch said in all seriousness, before covering Fee’s hand with his free one. “As long as you’re right with us.”
She smiled. “Just try and get rid of me. Now, kiss. We have a wedding to plan.”
“Sign on the dotted line,” Kendall said a week later, sliding the contract to Fee, then handing a copy to Cash and Stretch as they sat in front of her desk in her home office. She’d come a long way from the woman who’d blackmailed Fee to decorating her house and opening her doors for Cash and Stretch’s wedding. “You’re now equal partners of Misfit, LLC.”
Fee drew in a deep breath and penned her name with a flourish. She had another announcement to make, but she’d wait until the end of the ceremony. Their families were in attendance. Meggie, Zoann, and Bailey had cooked a shitload of food that was set out on folding tables in the room, since everything would take place here.
Stretch set his pen aside. “Done.”
“Everyone happy and satisfied with the terms?” Josh called, munching on fried pickles.
“Fine time for you to ask,” Cash grumbled, laying his pen down.
“Be nice, son,” Jocelyn admonished, making the tips of Cash’s ears go red.
“Can you move in with us, Jocelyn?” Stretch asked. “Keep Cash in line.”
Georgie scoffed. “Nothing keeps my brother in line.”
“Can we fuckin’ get on with the weddin’?” Christopher asked.
“I’m with Christopher,” Johnnie inserted. “The sooner the marriage takes place, the sooner we can drink and smoke.”
Father Wilkins cleared his throat as Fee got to her feet. She stopped herself from pressing her hand to her belly. That would be theatrics at this point since her pregnancy was so new. It would also give her away.
“Are you two ready?” the priest asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Cash said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this shit.”
Fee couldn’t either and she had to stop herself from falling into peals of laughter at the irritation on Cash’s face.
“It won’t be so bad, my love,” she promised.
“Whatever. Come on, Woo Woo,” Cash said in the same tone he’d spoken in for the past five minutes. “Ready to make an honest man of me?”
“You’ll be making the honest man of me, asshole,” Stretch retorted, as handsome as Cash in his tuxedo with the royal blue bow ties that matched Fee’s dress.
She stood on tiptoe and kissed Stretch and then Cash. “You’re making honest men of each other.”
Over the past days, they’d reached a lot of decisions and compromises. While Fee had always wanted to be married, what she wanted most of all was love, and she’d found it with two handsome, loving men.
Two men who’d been in a relationship before she’d come along, just as she’d said. She loved them too much to deny them this. Their company would tie the three of them together legally. The baby she carried would give her ties to whoever it belonged to, since they’d reached the mutual decision that it belonged to the three of them. Cash had been at Stretch’s side through thick and thin and Stretch had loved Cash long before Fee came along.
“Got the rings, Fee?” Cash asked.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s get to it, please,” Father Wilkins said briskly. He was attired in a similar fashion as he’d been at Digger’s wedding.
He’d balked the loudest, but Fee was realizing that the club could get him to agree to anything if the price was right.
“I have music,” Meggie announced, holding up her phone.
“Fuck music, Meggie girl, as long as you got my drink,” Mort said.
“Look, fuckheads,” Cash snapped. “I want some fucking class at my wedding.”
“Stretch,” Georgie started, “since your mother wouldn’t have come even if she’d been invited, we decided I’ll walk you to Cash and give you away, since your husband-to-be wouldn’t let Jocelyn do it.”
“That’s my mother,” Cash said.
Christopher tipped his flask back. “Your ass sound like my boy, assfuck.”
“Where do you think I got that from?”
“I miss lil’ dude,” Digger said. “Let’s get him from the nursery so he can join us.”
“After the ceremony,” Meggie said.
“Come on, you two. I have something to say,” Fee said, “As soon as you’re pronounced husbands.”
“Lemme guess,” Christopher said with sarcasm. “You knocked up.”