Until June (Until Her#2)

“Are you sure I can’t take off your dress?” I ask, hearing November shout through the door, “Do it and die, Evan!”

“I don’t want to share you with anyone. I didn’t like being away from you last night or today,” I admit, and her face goes soft.

“If you two don’t get out here right now, I swear I will break down this door!” November yells, breaking up our moment, and I look into June’s smiling eyes and mutter, “Your mom is a nut.”

“That’s not my mom. That’s Momzilla,” she whispers, shoving her face into my neck, laughing when November pounds again. This time harder.

“Your mom kept me from you last night. And today, I stayed away like she asked me to, but now you’re my wife, all bets are off,” I mutter, heading toward her dressing room. As soon as I reach her door, I growl, “Open it,” then kick the door closed and move across the room to the couch, laying her down gently.

When I saw her coming down the aisle toward me, holding on to her dad’s arm, I had to clench my fist so I didn’t rush forward and drag her away from him toward the altar.

Nico’s daughter Harmony, who happens to be studying to be a nurse, offered to give him a ride home after seeing his wound was bothering him. The big guy didn’t know what to do with the bossy little chick. I had to admit, they fit in that whole “opposites attract” kind of way, but watching Nico watch Harlen with his daughter was comical as hell. I thought the guy was going to lose it.

Her face softens and her hands hold my face. “You’re going to be a dad, the best dad in the world.” Looking into her beautiful face, I know that as long as I have her, I will work myself to death to prove her words to be true.

“I love you,” she whispers after a moment.

“I know you do,” I agree, and her head shakes back and forth.

“You don’t. You don’t understand that it’s impossible for me to breathe without you. I can’t mak—”

“Baby,” I cut her off, not wanting her to go there.

“I’m pregnant,” she blurts, and my body freezes.

“You know you have my heart, brother.”

“Same,” I agree, holding his gaze, meaning that shit to the bottom of my soul.

Nodding, he stands, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I better go, and just so you know, the girls are already planning a get-together for when you get home, so rest up while you can.”

“You scared us, brother,” he growls, looking away from me. “There were three of us on you, and we still couldn’t control you.” His head shakes before his eyes meet mine once more.