I shake my head at him. “We’re good.”
He flips Rage off and then closes the door behind him.
“I’m sorry,” Rage apologizes, rubbing his temples. “Today wasn’t supposed to be this chaotic.”
I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist, looking up at him. “I love you.”
His scowl lessens, and he finally relaxes a little.
“I’ve had the perfect day,” I assure him. “And if you think I should see my father, I will.”
Rage grabs my face in his hands and leans in, kissing me with a passion that reaches the tips of my toes. “Te amo, mi serenidad,” he whispers across my face.
I stomp my feet like a little kid, shaking us both, because the way he talks to me makes me straight up giddy. “Can you believe we’re getting married today?”
“We’ve been married.”
“It will be real this time.”
“It was real last time,” he argues.
He smiles when I grab his face in my hands, pulling his nose to mine. “Listen here, mister.”
His rich laugh vibrates through my body, and whatever we were just arguing about evaporates into the air. But his mirth doesn’t last long, and he returns to his serious nature.
“So, you think I should see him?”
“My intuition tells me he’s being sincere, but this is your decision. Just say the word and I’ll send him away.”
It makes me smile because I know it was only my decision after he decided it was okay. But I love him for it.
“Okay, I’ll see him.”
He gives me a final kiss, making it last as long as possible.
“I’ll see you in a bit, Mrs. Turner.”
His kiss has left me achy in all the right places, and all I can do is smile at him shyly.
His lips press against my forehead, and he grins. He loves it when he gets me flustered.
After he leaves, I stand in front of the mirror, shaking my hands. I’m so incredibly nervous. I haven’t seen my father since I was twelve.
There’s a knock on the door, and my honorary father, Big Dan, steps in. He holds the door open for my real one.
“I’ll be right outside.” He gives my father a stern look in warning before walking out.
He looks so much older than I remember.
“You’re all grown up,” my dad says, choking on a sob. He covers his mouth with his hand.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” I say. I’m not sure how the hell this even happened.
My father is here.
On my wedding day.
“I, um …” He shakes his head. “Your husband introduced me to your children. They’re beautiful.” Again, he has a difficult time speaking through his emotions.