He shakes his head. “No, I wanted to wait until we were home so you could show off that engagement ring.”

“Maybe I should answer it. It could be important.”

He laughs. “Go on.”

I reach for the phone and bring it to my ear, pressing the accept button as I do it. “Reece?”

“Delaney. What are you doing right now?”

I look at Josh. He’s giving me some serious side-eye.

“Uhh, well. When a mummy and daddy love each other very much …”

Reece roars with laughter. “Eww. Anyway, your views have gone nuts. Your video’s viral.”

“Really?” I sit up straight, pushing Josh off. “Like how viral?”

“Like a hundred thousand already and going up all the time.”

I slap my hand over my mouth. “Oh, shut the hell up.”

“It’s true. You are an internet sensation.”

I lean against Josh. “So, Mr Carter isn’t the only rock star in the family.”

“Far from it. I might have shared it on my social media.”

Josh presses a kiss into my hair.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know. So you can get back to your sexy times. Have a good weekend.”

“You too,” I sing.

I place the phone on the table and smile at Josh.

“It’s your fault for giving me that camera.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “What’s happened?”

“Apparently it’s had about a hundred thousand views. Probably ninety thousand from your fans, or there’s a ton of people out there with my mac and cheese recipe now.”

He laughs. “That’s fantastic.”

“Thank you for giving me the idea in the first place. Maybe you could be there for the next one?”

Josh grins. “Next one? I plan on being there for every one.”

And then he kisses me, and the views on YouTube are suddenly not that important anymore.

Mummy and Daddy have work to do.

Fifty-One

Delaney

Three months later

I’m surprisingly calm considering it’s my wedding day.

Maybe it’s because I don’t have to go anywhere. We’re getting married in our ridiculously huge backyard.

Josh, I have confidence in.

Reece is giving me away, and I’m not so sure about him.

At least I have Pania with me. She hasn’t been studying for long, but there was no one else I could ask to design my dress. And I’m in love with it.

Cream silk hugs my curves just perfectly down to my ankles, and the neckline isn’t too revealing, but my cleavage is on point.

“I’m here. Don’t panic.” Reece sweeps into the room with that charming smile that’s enough to knock any woman off her feet. Except me. It doesn’t work on me at all.

“Where the hell have you been? I know the bride’s supposed to be late, but we should at least be attending the wedding on the same day,” I say.