Chapter 1
Miles
I’m nervous as fuck.
Alex and I kept this secret for the last two months. Not from
everyone—she needed help from Stella and Quinn, so they knew, but
we wanted to keep everyone else in the dark until we knew we could
have everything ready. Now we’ve gathered everyone here, at her
grandparent’s house, to tell them the good news. I can only hope
they’re all too happy to be angry.
“Thanks for getting
together tonight, everyone. We really appreciate it,” Alex says as
she stands.
“Of course we’re
here. Anything for you, Baby Girl,” her Uncle Scott tells her.
I stand next to Alex.
We are in this
together, after all. She smiles at me, and nods. I turn to look at
her family, and mine. “Two months ago, I asked Alex to marry me.
She said yes, and we’ve been working since then to set everything
in motion. We’re getting married at Disneyland next week. On
Valentine’s Day.”
There’s a stunned
silence following my announcement. Shit. We weren’t expecting this.
Some anger for keeping this from everyone, followed by happiness for
us? Sure, we braced for that. But silence? No plan for that. Neither
one of us have a quiet family.
“This is a little
sudden, isn’t it?” Maggie Griffin finally asks, breaking the
silence.
“We’ve been in love
for almost seven years, Grandma. How is that sudden?”
“I just meant that
you haven’t been officially together long, maybe you should wait.”
“We’re not waiting.
If you don’t want to be there, then don’t. You’ve always fought
our relationship, and I’m tired of it.”
“Xandy,” I say,
turning to calm her down.
“No, Miles. She’s
right. I do love you
and I know how happy you make my granddaughter, but I have been
cautious. You’ve given me no reason to doubt you, and I am very
sorry that I’ve held back. I would be delighted to be at your
wedding.”
She walks over and hugs
me tight. I hold her back just as hard. I know that my girl wouldn’t
be who she is without this strong woman. The Griffins are the best
family I know, and next to my own Gram, Maggie Griffin is the best
role model a woman could have. I owe her so much. I owe them all so
much.
“You couldn’t have
told us all a little sooner?” Scott asks. When I look over at him,
he looks a little panicked. I have no idea why.
* * *
Scott
Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Shit.
This cannot be happening. It just can’t. I’ve been planning
Valentine’s Day for me and Yas for months now. My mom agreed to
watch Dave while I take my wife for a romantic weekend to Paris. It’s
where I asked her to marry me, and with as tough as things have been
for her lately, I want to pamper and spoil her. She’s too
independent and stubborn to let me bail out her bookstore again, but
I know she’ll let her guard down in Paris. If we were going there,
which apparently we now aren’t.
So what am I going to
do? I have a week, a fucking week, to come up with a new plan. Because Paris was it. All of it. I
was going to let her pick out her own piece of jewelry, or whatever,
before we had dinner in the Musee d’Orsay and a romantic boat ride
down the Seine. I can’t just go out and buy her something. This is
my wife. The mother of my child, and the woman I love more than life
itself. Not someone I’ve just started dating. A store bought gift
just isn’t enough.
“We wanted to have
everything in place so that none of you would feel obligated to
help,” Alex answers, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“I appreciate that,
sweetheart, I really do. I’m happy for both of you, but this is
more than a little bit of a shock,” Ryan tells her. I know he must
be freaking out too because he also had some big plans for
Valentine’s Day.
* * *
Ryan
Damn it all to hell
because that’s where I am right now. Deep down in Hell. Right along
with my brothers. Why did Alex and Miles think it was okay to get
married on Valentine’s Day, especially with no warning? She’s
young, but he should know
Miles
I’m nervous as fuck.
Alex and I kept this secret for the last two months. Not from
everyone—she needed help from Stella and Quinn, so they knew, but
we wanted to keep everyone else in the dark until we knew we could
have everything ready. Now we’ve gathered everyone here, at her
grandparent’s house, to tell them the good news. I can only hope
they’re all too happy to be angry.
“Thanks for getting
together tonight, everyone. We really appreciate it,” Alex says as
she stands.
“Of course we’re
here. Anything for you, Baby Girl,” her Uncle Scott tells her.
I stand next to Alex.
We are in this
together, after all. She smiles at me, and nods. I turn to look at
her family, and mine. “Two months ago, I asked Alex to marry me.
She said yes, and we’ve been working since then to set everything
in motion. We’re getting married at Disneyland next week. On
Valentine’s Day.”
There’s a stunned
silence following my announcement. Shit. We weren’t expecting this.
Some anger for keeping this from everyone, followed by happiness for
us? Sure, we braced for that. But silence? No plan for that. Neither
one of us have a quiet family.
“This is a little
sudden, isn’t it?” Maggie Griffin finally asks, breaking the
silence.
“We’ve been in love
for almost seven years, Grandma. How is that sudden?”
“I just meant that
you haven’t been officially together long, maybe you should wait.”
“We’re not waiting.
If you don’t want to be there, then don’t. You’ve always fought
our relationship, and I’m tired of it.”
“Xandy,” I say,
turning to calm her down.
“No, Miles. She’s
right. I do love you
and I know how happy you make my granddaughter, but I have been
cautious. You’ve given me no reason to doubt you, and I am very
sorry that I’ve held back. I would be delighted to be at your
wedding.”
She walks over and hugs
me tight. I hold her back just as hard. I know that my girl wouldn’t
be who she is without this strong woman. The Griffins are the best
family I know, and next to my own Gram, Maggie Griffin is the best
role model a woman could have. I owe her so much. I owe them all so
much.
“You couldn’t have
told us all a little sooner?” Scott asks. When I look over at him,
he looks a little panicked. I have no idea why.
* * *
Scott
Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Shit.
This cannot be happening. It just can’t. I’ve been planning
Valentine’s Day for me and Yas for months now. My mom agreed to
watch Dave while I take my wife for a romantic weekend to Paris. It’s
where I asked her to marry me, and with as tough as things have been
for her lately, I want to pamper and spoil her. She’s too
independent and stubborn to let me bail out her bookstore again, but
I know she’ll let her guard down in Paris. If we were going there,
which apparently we now aren’t.
So what am I going to
do? I have a week, a fucking week, to come up with a new plan. Because Paris was it. All of it. I
was going to let her pick out her own piece of jewelry, or whatever,
before we had dinner in the Musee d’Orsay and a romantic boat ride
down the Seine. I can’t just go out and buy her something. This is
my wife. The mother of my child, and the woman I love more than life
itself. Not someone I’ve just started dating. A store bought gift
just isn’t enough.
“We wanted to have
everything in place so that none of you would feel obligated to
help,” Alex answers, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“I appreciate that,
sweetheart, I really do. I’m happy for both of you, but this is
more than a little bit of a shock,” Ryan tells her. I know he must
be freaking out too because he also had some big plans for
Valentine’s Day.
* * *
Ryan
Damn it all to hell
because that’s where I am right now. Deep down in Hell. Right along
with my brothers. Why did Alex and Miles think it was okay to get
married on Valentine’s Day, especially with no warning? She’s
young, but he should know
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