He, at my mother’s demand due to “tradition” was staying with Cillian and Auden at Jake and Josie’s.

He, obviously, had the key.

So he was through it before I got there.

But the warning call was seriously sexy.

And last, we’d made out long enough for Mickey to get so hot and bothered he’d fairly dragged me down the hall to my room.

We’d fucked on my daybed.

Then he’d kissed me deep and sweet at our front door and gone back to Lavender House because it was bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day.

And even though the time said it technically was our wedding day, I decided it didn’t count because the sun hadn’t yet gone up.

So I ignored that and just slid into Mickey and my bed, put my head to the pillows and fell back to sleep.

But I did it with my head still in the clouds.

* * * * *

Mickey

Mickey lay naked in the bed, the fireplace blazing, his eyes to the kitchen, waiting.

She walked to him wearing her sequined fuzzy slippers and a short robe, carrying a tray.

“I have squirtable cheese and crackers,” she announced. “I also have a can of whipped cream and vanilla wafers. I have a fresh beer. Thus I have on my magical tray the makings of dinner and dessert, no muss, no fuss, no cleanup.”

He had no idea what she intended with that whipped cream but he knew what he was going to do with it.

He watched as Amy placed the tray at the end of the bed, moved to her side, slid off her slippers, shrugged off her robe and he took in the curves of his wife’s naked body as she joined him under the covers.

He rolled into her.

Her arms slid around him even as she warned, “You’re gonna knock over the beer, Mickey.”

He moved away from her, grabbed the beer, leaned into her to put it beside her glass of champagne and the bottle in its bucket on her nightstand before he went back to her.

He took in her soft skin, her fresh floral scent, the warmth in her pretty hazel eyes.

And he saw it there.

Ten hours ago, with her kids standing with her and his kids standing with him, they were married in Reverend Fletcher’s church.

They’d had two parties after.

One, a big, fancy one that Josie and Alyssa threw at Lavender House.

The other, a small, quieter one the old folks threw at Dove House.

His kids went to Rhiannon.

Her kids went to her ex.

And Mickey took his new wife to Jimbo’s hunting cabin for their three day honeymoon.

She had no idea where they were going.

When they parked outside it, they hadn’t even got out of his truck before he had to piss her off to stop her from crying.

That took no effort but she lost the pissed real quick when he carried her over the threshold.