His Alone (For Her 2)

She’s right, and I don’t know why I’m freaking out. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t expecting this, and Captain and I haven’t really discussed details. I knew that in his heart we were already joined, so this is just a formality. Nothing in the world could break us apart. Having a wedding wasn’t something I dreamed of, and maybe it’s another thing I didn’t allow myself to hope for. But here it is, laid out for the taking, and I want to run.

No. Not ever again. The only running I’m doing is straight into Captain’s arms.

“There you go,” she says, seeing the change in my eyes. “Took you a second, but you got there. Now let’s go get married to our men.”

“Holy shit,” I breathe, as the double doors open.

*

“I SHOULD HAVE known better than to leave you two alone,” I say, looking between Captain and Mallory.

I’m sitting on Captain’s lap, and his arms tighten around my waist. He kisses my shoulder, and I can feel him smile against it. I pick up the champagne bottle, drinking straight from it, and Mallory laughs.

The party went late into the night, and our guests have left. We didn’t have a big wedding, considering all the people Miles knows. Captain invited his family, and I was happy to meet them. They were all very nice, and we made plans to maybe visit during Christmas, and that seemed to suit everyone. Captain even invited Patrick and his husband, Amos, which I thought was a sweet gesture. It’s been nice seeing Patrick from time to time. He’s a reminder that not everything in my past was horrible. There were sweet points in my life, and it’s not so bad revisiting them.

Mallory had a couple people from work, but other than that she and I didn’t have any guests. I kind of liked it that way, because we have each other. And that’s more than enough.

The band is still playing softly in the background, and I lean back against Captain, closing my eyes. It’s been the most perfect day ever. Mallory and I walked hand in hand through the doors and to our future. When I looked up and saw those dark green eyes waiting on me, every thought I had went out the window. Mallory had to tug my hand a couple times to keep me from running down to him. I didn’t realize how much I wanted a wedding until that moment, something to celebrate us becoming one and to let the world know I belong to him.

The ceremony was mercifully quick, and I didn’t have to stand in front of the crowd too long. We said traditional vows, except Captain had asked the minister to take out obey and replace it with feed. God, I love that man.

After it was over, the four of us came to the garden for our reception. It’s the place Miles built for Mallory, but I feel like it’s a part of me, too. Their story is so much a part of mine and Captain’s that it made sense for us to have a double wedding. There are twinkling lights strung everywhere, and the garden looks so beautiful. It’s peaceful here, with the music and the waterfall, and I don’t know if I want the night to end.

Mallory is sitting in Miles’s lap across from us, and I reach out, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. “Thank you,” I say to her, and I see little tears form in her eyes.

“I think it’s time we head out. We’re wheels up in an hour,” Miles says, and picks Mallory up.

I stand, taking Captain’s hand, and we make our way out behind them. He wraps his arm around me, and we exit the front of Osborne Corp. The limo is waiting on them, and I see Mal wiggle in Miles’s arms before he puts her down. She runs over to me, wrapping me in a huge hug before kissing me on the cheek.

“I love you so much, Paige,” she says, and then pulls away, getting into the back of the limo.

Miles comes over, kissing me on the cheek and shaking Captain’s hand. “We’ll see you guys in two weeks. Have fun.” He winks at Captain and then joins his bride. The limo pulls away from the curb.

I turn to Captain, feeling a little bummed that the night is over. “Think there’s any crab cakes left?” I ask, looking back at the building longingly.

“I think they were all gone when you made the caterer cry, kitten.” He pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head. “Besides, we don’t really have the time.”

Just then another limo pulls up, and Captain opens the back door.

“What’s going on?” I ask, excitement bubbling up inside me.

“Get in, kitten. We’ve got a honeymoon to catch.”