Jean’s man, Jack, looks over at Jean and glares. He knows that this was her doing. Jean is always trying to cause trouble.
Jordan reaches behind him and pulls a gun out. My eyes widen as he lifts it up and points it at the stripper. “Get the fuck out.”
The stripper runs out of the room, leaving his cop uniform behind. Jordan stomps over to me, grabs my hand, and lifts me out of my seat.
“See everyone in the morning,” he calls over his shoulder. He stuffs his gun back into the holster.
We’re going on a honeymoon, but Jordan will not tell me where. Not even a single hint. I may be walking down the aisle alone, but the person who will be at the end will make everything a million times better.
We walk down the hallway and to my room. His is directly beside mine. I wanted to follow tradition and have us stay the night apart so I will be separated from him. Now I’m thinking that was a stupid decision.
I unlock my door with my keycard and open the door. I look at Jordan wistfully. I want to be wrapped in those arms.
“Why are you stopping?” He arches an eyebrow, confused, but I can see that sly little smile on his face.
He never had any intention of leaving me alone tonight. He led me to believe he was going to honor my wishes.
“You were never going to stay the night away from me, am I right?”
He winks and presses me farther into the room. “Nope.”
Well, of course. I should have known better.
I sit on the edge of the bed. I start to bend to take my shoe off, but Jordan pushes me back up. He bends onto his knees, between my legs. He lifts my foot and takes my shoes off one at a time.
This man is so sweet.
Once my shoes are off, he runs his hands up my legs.
I touch either side of his face. “I love you.”
His face softens, and his lips twitch, “Love you too, angel.” His gaze goes to my belly. “I love you too, my babies.”
Yeah, here comes the waterworks! This man will be an amazing husband and father. He’s an amazing man. I can’t believe this man is mine. Forever. I am not sure what I did to deserve someone like him, but I am beyond thankful for him and my new life.
“Tonight.” He stops and looks at me. “I hold you and my babies, because next time I am inside you, I want you to be Mrs. Walker.”
Sniffing, I nod . Don’t cry, Alisha.
He looks at my eyes, and I burst out crying. My heart is filled with so much joy that I can’t contain it, and the pregnancy hormones are getting to me. I fall headfirst into his chest, crying.
“Why are you crying?” He soothes me and rubs my back.
“I. Am. Happy,” I tell him through sobs.
I feel him shake with laughter. He better not be laughing at me. Rising up, I glare at him, and he’s grinning.
“Are you laughing at me?” I ask through clenched teeth.
He nods.
He is one brave man. I have to give him that.
“No sex for you.” I purse my lips, thinking. “A week.”
He drops his smile.
Why did I say that? I love sex. My eyes well up again, and I burst out crying again.
“Angel, why are you crying again?”
I wipe my eyes on his shirt and plop my head back down on his hard chest. “I like sex, so I am making my own self suffer.” I cry again. I just can’t stop crying.
He bursts out laughing at this, and I can’t resist laughing along with him. Gosh, I’m such a nutcase. He lifts me off the edge of the bed and places me in the middle, keeping my lower half off the bed so he can peel the blankets back. He scoots in bed with me, and I’m still laughing.
“Hormones?” he questions.
“Yep.” I pop the P and snuggle into his warm chest. I feel his hand drag under my shirt to stroke my back. Sighing, I raise my head to kiss under his neck. “Love you, Jordan.”
He stops stroking my back. “And I love you too, my angel.”
My eyes well up again, and Jordan digs his hand into my side. I laugh and lightly smack his cheek.
“Cheer up, angel. Tomorrow is day one of forever.”
This man. I hide my face near his neck. I love this man so much.
I am going to puke!
All of my bridesmaids and their men just walked down the aisle, and now, it’s my turn. I am all alone right now. I have to admit I now realize how much I am missing not having a father. I got stuck with a man who was only a sperm donor, but I want that father figure, and I want him to walk me down the aisle.
The song flips on, announcing my turn. My heart starts pounding out of my chest, and I close my eyes, trying to get my bearings. I breathe through my nose and my mouth. I can do this. My man is waiting on me.
I’m wearing a white wedding dress with lace sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. The dress tightens at the waist and flows loosely over my hips. My hair is up with jewels in it. My face is light with makeup that just accentuates my features.