Jilted Jock - Rebecca Jenshak Page 0,85
out there puking his guts out… I think he got the better deal.”
“Oh no, Finn’s sick?” Aubrey asked, a hint of a whine in her voice. She’d been pacing around nervously all morning making sure everything was perfect. She wasn’t even this much of a bridezilla for her own wedding.
“Nah, don’t worry, princess, he’s just working those pre-game nerves out of his system.”
Aubrey placed both hands on her hips, which made her adorable baby bump more obvious. “You mean pre-wedding nerves.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
Laughing at them, I stood tall and asked, “Am I ready?”
With no full-length mirror, I had to rely on a small lighted mirror Aubrey had brought and the confidence that she’d never let me marry the man of my dreams looking anything less than my best.
Even before they confirmed it, I knew Aubrey had done well. I’d only had one request for today and that was to give Finn whatever he wanted. Honestly, after his last wedding fiasco, the fact that he wanted to have any sort of ceremony was a small miracle.
Aubrey hugged me tight and then handed me my bouquet with a wistful smile. “Alright. It’s time.”
She left Chance and me alone in the large tent. Outside was a view of the Pacific Ocean and probably a breathtaking sunset, but I only cared about the man waiting for me. His woodsy scent lingered in the air from when he’d set up the tent earlier today. This was our home for the next week. A tent and an SUV filled with food, clothes, and hiking and climbing gear.
Another adventure was beginning.
Chance held out his arm and I took it. “Mum and Dad would be so proud. I’m proud of you.”
“I wish they were here.”
He nodded and swallowed thickly.
“I’m really glad it’s you walking me down the aisle though.” I squeezed his arm and laid my head against his shoulder for just a moment.
Slowly we walked out of the tent and up the makeshift aisle. Pink and red rose petals littered the ground leading to my soon-to-be husband. My heart skipped and tripped at the sight of him. Unbelievably handsome in his tux, he beamed back at me.
I stole a glance at Aubrey who wiped a tear away and pulled CJ close to her. It was just my small family here today, but after much begging, Finn and I’d agreed to let Foster throw us a reception when we got back from our honeymoon.
Chance stopped short at the end of the aisle, kissed me on the cheek, and swallowed hard before giving my hand to Finn.
“You look beautiful.” My fiancé’s blue eyes shined with unshed tears that made my own well in response.
It was then that I felt a gentle brush against my leg and looked down to see Marshmallow. As I squatted to pet her, I glanced up at Finn. He winked. “She practically begged to come.”
I bit back a knowing smile. More like Finn couldn’t bear to leave her. For someone who thought he wasn’t a cat person, this one had him wrapped around her adorable little paw.
“It’s perfect,” I said, giving her a little rub behind the ears. Our rings were looped around a ribbon tied to her collar. A pink leash was attached and draped loosely on the ground. Finn held the other end. “This is why you were trying to teach her to walk on a leash.”
I stood and kissed my groom. “I love you.”
The minister cleared his throat and Finn pulled back, a devilish grin on his face. “I think the kissing comes after the vows, sweetheart.”
“I think the kissing should happen any time I want.”
He huffed out a small laugh. “Yeah, what the hell am I even saying?” He wrapped an arm around my waist and gently tugged me to him, capturing my mouth and kissing me so hard my lips tingled.
“Alright, alright,” Chance interrupted us.
I pulled away breathless and snuck a look behind me. Aubrey held a hand over CJ’s eyes.
“Uh, maybe we should get started,” the minister interjected.
The service was simple. Finn and I chose not to write our vows and stick with the traditional. We’d spent the past six months pouring our hearts out to one another. I felt like we’d vowed an eternity in those late-night conversations, sealing the promises with kisses and hearts that beat in unison. We were stronger together than apart. Two metals melted together to withstand anything that came our way.
Later, when the ceremony was over and Chance had taken his