Chapters (38)
- Copyright
- Author's Note
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- A Gansett Island Short Story
- Acknowledgements
- I Want to Hold Your Hand
- Other Books By Marie Force
- About The Author
- Marie's Upcoming Events
“You are.” Caro greeted them both with hugs before she turned her full attention to her adorable grandson. Born by emergency C-section several weeks premature, he’d spent more than a month in the hospital until he’d finally been released to come home to Gansett. “How’s my baby today?”
“He’s doing great.” Joe unbuckled the straps and freed the baby, handing him right over to his grandmother. “He’s eating well and sleeping a lot.”
Carolina gazed down at the tiny face, the feathery brows, the miniature lips, the light dusting of blond hair. He was the most gorgeous thing she’d seen since she held his father in her arms. “That’s exactly what he should be doing.”
Seamus appeared at her shoulder, leaning in to kiss P.J.’s forehead. “There’s my new best mate.” The lilting tone of Ireland in his voice had become music to her ears over the last ten months.
“Is there anything we can do to help get ready for the party?” Janey asked, helping herself to a pickle from an open jar on the counter.
Carolina exchanged glances with Seamus. He nodded, encouraging her to share their news with the two most important people in their lives. “There is one thing you could do for us today.”
“What’s that?” Joe asked, still focused almost entirely on the baby.
“You could stand up for us.”
That got her son’s attention. “Stand up for you?” Joe’s gaze shifted from his mother to Seamus and then back to her. “You wanna run that by me one more time?”
“The party today,” Seamus said, “is actually a wedding. We didn’t want to make a big thing of it—”
Janey let out a shriek that startled her son. “Oh my God! Are you serious? You’re getting married?”
“We’re getting married,” Carolina said. “And we’d like the two of you to be our witnesses. If you’re willing, that is.”
Joe and Janey looked at each other, and for a brief moment, Carolina couldn’t tell what they were thinking. Waiting for them to say something made her feel nervous for the first time that day. Then she felt Seamus’s hand on her back, and the simple gesture calmed and centered her. No matter what, he was right there with her, and they were in this together.
“Of course we’ll be your witnesses,” Joe said as Janey nodded in agreement.
“We’d love to.” Janey hugged them both. “Thank you so much for asking us.”
Seamus shook hands with Joe. “Who else would we ask?”
“Wow, I can’t believe this,” Joe said. “A surprise wedding. Everyone will be blown away.”
“We didn’t want the fuss and the gifts and the months of planning,” Seamus said. “We just want to be married.”
“What about your family?” Janey asked.