Eplilogue

Nic

Four years later…

"D oes it matter?" I kiss the hollow of his throat just as I get his tie loosened enough to do so. "Whatever venue they pick, it won't be as cool as our wedding was."

He smiles, looking at me like he's every bit in love with me as he was four years ago. "That's true. I doubt they'll be able to swing Dolly Parton photobombing their kiss with her big ol' fake titties."

"See, it's gonna be boring."

"Yeah." He leans in to place a kiss on my lips. "You're still going."

I huff, finally finishing off the last button of his shirt.

"Don't pout. It makes me want to—"

"You know we can hear everything you guys are saying, right?" Liam says from just behind the changing room curtain. "And my wedding could kick your janky ass Vegas wedding's ass, okay?" He flings the curtain aside, leaving my shirtless husband standing there in front of the salesman, Sebastian, and Jax.

"Your nips are very pink, Cade," the yapper yaps.

"Didn't we leave him at Wetzel's Pretzels?" I swear most of the animosity is just because it's a habit by now, but mostly, he's very annoying—has been for four fucking years.

"You—"

"Jax." Cade grabs his T-shirt and puts it back on. "Come on. You promised you'd behave."

"What? He literally started it! You were standing right there."

I pick up the items we definitely won't be buying while they argue about it, and Liam ends up joining in on their fun. "Do you ever feel like you're actually an old man when you hang out with all of them?" Seb being an old man has been a running joke in the group ever since he hit thirty earlier in the year, but I really do think standing next to Jax—and yeah, sometimes my husband—makes anyone seem wise beyond their years.

"I feel like that every minute of every day." Sebastian leans forward to help me pick up some of the things Jax left in the booth just as one of the other sales associates tells the trio behind us to be quiet. "You're in the wedding, by the way. You have to come to the ceremony at least."

"Huh?"

"You're one of my groomsmen, Nic."

"I—Seb, is this you asking me to be one of your groomsmen?"

"It wasn't really a question, but okay."

I snort. "Well, shit. Thanks for letting me know."

He nods his head, accepting my gratitude for what it is.

It sort of reminds me of my dad's wedding, of him asking if I'd stand in as his best man just three days before it was supposed to happen. At least Sebastian gave me a few weeks.

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"W hat are you working on?" I wrap my arms around his torso, resting my chin on his shoulder so that I can see the spread of papers that's keeping him from joining me in bed.

"It's… a romantic comedy. A gay romantic comedy, actually."

"Hm. Well, I think…" I grab the folder in his hand and slowly set it on the counter. "That all of this will still be here tomorrow."

"Nic—"

"And the deadline isn't even for another four weeks—you told me that. You have an entire marketing team working on this, right? You know as well as I do that by the time you decide on a spread, they're going to give you new material." I undo the button on his slacks, reaching in until I'm palming his cock in my hand.

"That happens sometimes, but—"

"You're coming to bed." I apply pressure, smiling when he leans into the touch with an airy sigh.

"That's—ugh. Fine. You're lucky I'm horny."

"I know, my greedy boy. Come on."

"Did you hear Liam talking about adoption yesterday? Can you imagine Sebastian as someone's dad? That'd be crazy."

"I think he'd be a good dad. Liam too."

"Hm. I guess. We wouldn't, though."

"No." I laugh behind him. We didn't talk about much before we jumped into our Vegas wedding, but I'm pretty glad with how things worked out. We got lucky. I've never wanted kids, and he doesn't either. We've collected two cats over the past few years, but that's the most responsibility I'm willing to flesh out.

"How was work?"

I can't help but smile at the question, watching as he undresses at the foot of our bed. It's just funny to me how we can talk about mundane things like this as we get ready to fuck.

He's wearing a tight pair of red briefs. We've been out of apartment thirteen for a couple of years, but sometimes I get glimpses of him, and it reminds me of our room there. Where we fought and fell in love.

"Work was work." Family counseling can be exhausting, but sometimes I get to genuinely help, and it makes those tough days worth it. I see a lot of myself in the kids I talk to, and maybe even understand things with my mom and dad a little better. Today was one of those good days, but coming home to my husband was definitely the best part.