I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,112

me boyfriend—will make the best dad one day.

And I can’t wait to share that day with him.

Epilogue

Tyler Jaeger, aka a groom in absolute and utter heaven

Eloping to Vegas during the all-star break is the best idea I’ve ever had.

After my idea to propose to Muffy, of course. And the one before that, when I decided she needed to know I love her. And the one before that, when I took it upon myself to insist on accompanying her to an overnight trip where I pulled the studly move of passing out in a funeral home.

After lots of debate, I’ve concluded my bride never would’ve agreed to continue talking to me if I hadn’t shown her my own disastrous side.

And speaking of disasters, my entire family is crashing this elopement, which is basically my favorite disaster ever.

The weather’s warm, my nieces and nephews are running around the pool beside the gazebo I reserved, and most of my best friends on my team are here.

So are most of Muffy’s clients.

So we’re not exactly doing this eloping thing very well, but if I’m going to fuck something up, I’m happy to fuck it up so that our friends and family can be here with us.

“You ready for this?” West asks me.

He’s my best man, and Connor, Duncan, Nick, and Rooster are standing in as my groomsmen. I would’ve asked Ares, but he’s occupied with all-star weekend stuff.

Freaking overachiever.

Still, it’s pretty cool that the all-star stuff is here in Vegas, so he’ll be around for the after-party.

“I was born into a family that made me ready for this,” I reply.

He snorts in amusement. “Finally figured out what our sisters were training you for all those years?”

“Don’t tell them, okay? Don’t tell Muffy either. I keep letting her think she’s training me herself.”

He snorts again. “No, you don’t.”

“Okay, I don’t. But she still appreciates that I don’t mind buying tampons.”

“Happiness looks good on you.”

Feels good too.

Would I rather be out having one-night stands with puck bunnies and college chicks?

Nope.

I’d rather spend my days making Muffy feel like the queen of the fucking universe.

Seeing her happy is worth more than any desire to be by myself.

And seeing her succeeding in helping make other women happy is the icing on the cake.

Her adapted business plan?

Let’s just say that even if Muffy’s student loans hadn’t been mysteriously paid off through a random act of kindness on the same day as her bridal shower, pre-empting my own plans to take care of them, she wouldn’t be having any trouble making the payments now.

The band strikes up the music, and my sisters and Kami and Veda all troop down the aisle.

We really are doing this eloping thing wrong.

Plus, there are uneven numbers of bridesmaids and groomsmen.

Hilda’s already sobbing in the front row. She’s gotten better about complimenting Muffy and not making such a big deal out of size, but she’s still outspoken and needed two warnings to quit making eyeballs at my brother.

Daisy’s personal bodyguard is standing next to my future mother-in-law, though, and growls every time she glances West’s way.

It’s his wedding day gift to me to watch her jump.

Even Hilda knows better than to try to seduce Alessandro.

And Daisy herself is dolled up with pink hair and a silver sparkle jumpsuit today, standing in as our justice of the peace to perform the ceremony.

The band switches songs, and a woman steps to the back of the aisle, dressed in a short white dress, with jet black hair, and I choke on air.

“That’s not Muffy,” West mutters.

She steps hesitantly halfway down the aisle, then her gaze lands on me, and fuck me, if I have to go find my bride—

“Oh, fuck,” Connor whispers.

“Um, hi,” Amelia Cranford says.

Everyone’s turning to stare at my ex-girlfriend.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Connor can’t seem to stop saying the word.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Lavoie mutters back to him.

Amelia looks past me, pulling the same move Muffy did the day I told her I’d be her date to Veda’s dad’s funeral. “Sorry to interrupt. I just need a word with my…um, my husband.”

West jerks a look at me.

I look past him to Klein going the color of death.

And yeah, I kinda know the color of death.

Nick and Duncan are gaping. Rooster’s cackling.

“Jaeggy, you mind if I…” Connor trails off, jerking his head toward Amelia, who’s playing with her hands halfway down the aisle.

“Klein, what did you do last night?” Lavoie asks.

“I thought it was a dream.” He shakes his head. “I thought it was a