“How’d that work out for you?”
“Terrible.” I pull her closer. “Best rule I ever broke.”
She kisses me, slow and deep. When she pulls back, her eyes are wet.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispers.
“Getting married?”
“All of it. You. Me. Bruiser. This life.” Her voice cracks. “I keep waiting for it to fall apart.”
“It won’t.”
“You don’t know that. We still don’t know if Silas is okay or not. That stubborn bastard was protecting me the whole time, and I never knew, and now he’s not even here to walk me down the aisle.”
She starts getting choked up and I pull her in close.
“It’s going to be okay,” I whisper vehemently. “We’ll find him. And in the meantime, I’m not letting you go. Ever.” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. “You’re stuck with me, Harp. Forever. And it’s about to be official.”
“Forever officially,” she repeats and smiles. She swipes tears from her eyes. Crying through laughter is kinda how it’s been with us lately. All the emotions get jumbled up with each other when you’ve been through as much as we have. For Bruiser, too.
We lie there wrapped around each other until Bruiser’s door slams open down the hall.
“Is it time yet?” he yells.
Harper groans. “It’s six in the morning!”
“But it’s wedding day!”
Footsteps thunder toward our room, then the door flies open. Bruiser stands there in Spider-Man pajamas, grinning.
“Can I have pancakes?”
Harper looks at me. I look at her.
“I’ll make them,” I say.
Down in the kitchen, I start the coffee while Bruiser bounces in his chair. He’s been excited about his suit and carrying the rings. And the cake. He definitely got excited about the part with the giant cake.
“Will there be dancing?” he asks.
“Probably.”
He makes a face. “DoIhave to dance?”
“Only if you want to.”
“Good. Because dancing is weird.”
Harper pours coffee and leans against the counter beside me while I flip pancakes.
“You okay?” I murmur.
“Nervous.”
“Me too.”
“Really?”