Unforgettable Love (Journey of Love 3)

Princess dropped down on the floor and placed her head on her paw while she closed her eyes. Poor thing was scared for her life.

Turning back to Aaron, I fought like hell not to bust out laughing. I couldn’t decide what was funnier. The shocked expression on the PetSmart employee’s face or the fact Aaron kept referring to the doggy diapers as tampons.

“Ah . . . oh no, no they don’t make things like . . . um . . . like that . . . um . . .”

Oh, this is priceless. Shit! I should be recording this!

Pulling out my phone, I quickly swiped up and began recording.

“Yes. Yes, they do. They have to. The vet told me to come here and get them. I need her to not bleed in my truck or anywhere in my house, so if you’ll just point me to where the tampons are . . . I’ll get out of your hair.”

Pointing my phone down to Princess, I made sure to zoom in on the diaper she was wearing before turning the camera back onto Aaron.

The employee looked at me with pleading eyes, but I offered no help as I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.

“Ah . . . sir . . . tampons are for . . . well . . . ladies, um you know during that time.”

Aaron was growing impatient as he pointed over to Princess. The young girl looked at Princess, who was now fast asleep on the floor. “I know. I know. You see my dog is during that time. So I need the tampon things to keep her from bleeding everywhere. She got blood in my truck. In. My. Truck.”

“Sir, do you mean doggie pants? Some people call them doggie pads?”

Aaron pulled his head back and turned to me. Looking surprised to see me recording him, he asked, “What are you doing?”

Shrugging, I said, “Recording this for Ryn and Tristan.”

Aaron rolled his eyes as he asked, “What are tampons?”

Smiling, I kept recording as I said, “I think you’re thinking of pads, Aaron. Tampons you . . . um . . . insert inside.”

Aaron’s face fell as he whispered, “Oh hell.”

DROPPING DOWN ON THE SOFA, I let out a tired moan. Princess was resting in her little makeshift bed I made so she didn’t have to jump or move too much. This was stressful. If I can hardly handle a dog being spayed, what am I going to do when Sierra and I have kids and one falls from a tree and breaks their arm?

Em walked out of the kitchen and handed me a beer as she sat down next to me and pulled her legs up to her chest. “So—”

Taking a drink of the beer, I raised an eyebrow and looked at Em. “So . . . what?”

“Have y’all set a date yet?”

Smiling, I nodded my head as Em began jumping around like a child. “Oh my gosh! Aaron why haven’t y’all said anything?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I gave her a wink. “We just picked a date yesterday. Sierra had to make sure she could take off in the fall with the new job, but we decided what we wanted to do for the wedding, and the honeymoon.” Wiggling my eyebrows, Em made a gagging sound as she stuck her finger down her throat.

“I didn’t need that visual, thank you very much.”

Shrugging, I said, “That’s what brothers are for, baby sister. Hey, I’m going to need you to house sit and watch Princess for me.”

Em beamed as she smiled. “Sure! Can I have a party?”

Giving her a warning look, I held up my finger and said, “One party with no more than eight people. No sex, no drugs, and no alcohol.”

Lifting her hands to her chest she crossed her arms and pouted. “Well damn, Aaron. Why have a party then?”

“Ha ha,” I said as I tossed a pillow at her. “Anyway, three weeks from today. I’ll be gone for two weeks.”

Em took a drink of her beer and set it on the coffee table. “Okay. Where are you going?”

Smiling, I said, “Spain.”

“Spain! Wow. What for?”

“My wedding, and honeymoon.”

Em looked at me as her eyes grew bigger in her head. Slowly shaking her head, she asked, “Wedding?”

Nodding my head, I stood up and headed into the kitchen. “Yep. And honeymoon, don’t forget I said honeymoon.”

Scrambling to her feet, Em chased after me. “Aaron! Y’all are getting married in Spain? In three weeks? Wait . . . is it just the two of you . . . alone?”

Opening up the pantry door, I searched for something salty to eat. Finding a bag of Lays potato chips, I smiled and grabbed them.

Em reached for my arm and pulled me around to look at her. “You’re eloping? What about Mom and Dad? What about me? You’re robbing us of this moment. How could you?”

Laughing, I placed my hands on Em’s shoulders. “Settle down, tiger. We’re going to have a ceremony here too, before we leave. Just family and friends at Mom and Dad’s place.”

Em’s eyes lit up. “Really? How in the world did y’all plan this so quickly?”

Shrugging my shoulders I said, “I don’t know. We both wanted something small and intimate. Sierra has wanted to go to Spain, so she had all the information already for where to go and stay. It kind of just fell together, especially having told mom. She took off with the plans.”

Emily eyes filled with tears as I smiled. “Sierra wanted to ask you herself to be in the wedding, so act surprised when she talks to you about it.”

Em did a little scream and threw herself into my arms. “Oh, Aaron! I can’t believe you’re getting married.”

Closing my eyes, I held her tight. “Me either, Em. Me either.”

Carrying the last box out of Sierra’s house, I put it in the back of my truck. Wiping the sweat from my brow, a woman about my age approached me with a smile. “Hello there. Moving in?”

Letting out a chuckle, I said, “No, I’m moving my fiancée out.”

The stunned expression on her face caused me to smile bigger. “Sierra is getting married? Didn’t she just get divorced?”

Glaring at her, the woman’s smile faded as she rocked back and forth nervously on her heels. “Well, not that it’s any of my business.”

Smiling, I nodded my head and said, “No, it really isn’t.”

Giving me a dirty look, she cleared her throat. “I was coming over to invite Sierra over for our daughter’s one-year birthday party. She was the labor and delivery nurse when I had Angie.”

“Really?” I asked as I glanced back toward the house, wondering where in the hell Sierra was. She had been right behind me with a box. When I saw the curtain move, I knew what she was doing.

That little brat was hiding!

“Yes. Ever since we found out Sierra lived a few doors down from us, we’ve invited her to all of Angie’s parties.”

Jerking my head back, I gave her a dazed look. “All of Angie’s parties? Isn’t she just turning one?”

Laughing and hitting me playfully on the chest, to which I took a step away from her, she said, “She is just one, but we’ve had parties for each month, silly.”

“Each month?” I asked as I glanced back at the window and saw Sierra looking out with a smile on her face.

“Sure, one-month birthday, two-month birthday, three-month birthday, four—”

Holding up my hands, I smiled politely. “I get it. You don’t have to count them all out for me.”

Lifting her hand, she handed me the invite. “You’re more than welcome to come with Sierra. It would mean a whole lot to us to have Sierra there. Let her know for me, okay? I’ve got to run.”

Taking a few steps back, the woman lifted her hand and waved as she eye fucked the hell out of me. Licking her lips, she turned and walked away. I was pretty sure I heard her moan as she turned away from me.

Shaking my head, I headed back into the house only to find Sierra in a laughing fit. “Haha. Don’t think I didn’t notice you left me high and dry out there. I feel like I need to take a shower with the way she was eye fucking me.”

Throwing her head back and laughing, Sierra wrapped her arms around her waist and motioned with her hand for me to stop talking. “Can’t. Breathe.”

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“That’s not cool. You’re going to be my wife in a couple days and you’re laughing at me.”

Sierra took a deep breath in and calmed herself down. “I’m sorry. It’s just when I came walking out and saw her making a beeline toward you, I turned and hightailed it back into the house. That family is nuts! Do you know how many birthday parties I’ve been to?”

“I’d say at least eleven,” I said with a chuckle.