Will you still love me if I marry you in a dress Racer just baptized with a little bit of sweet baby vomit?
I stare down at Brooke’s text, and quickly type back, Yes.
I wait for her to reply, but getting nothing for a moment, I write, I fucking love you. Don’t let me stand here like some moron today.
Never! Not even if I had to walk naked up to you.
Don’t fucking do that.
I’d kill someone for sure.
All right. Plus you know our son pukes roses so . . . it’s okay!
Right.
I chuckle as I tuck away my phone and watch the church fill up with people. Including Melanie’s new boyfriend.
“That’s him,” Pete tells Riley. “Melanie showed me a picture on her phone the other day.”
Riley is speechless for a moment. “You’re shitting me.”
“What? Nothing else to say?” Pete baits. “He’s almost as good-looking as Remington.”
“I’ll bet he’s got a choad for a dick.”
“And . . . he’s also got manners. He’s waiting for her by the door,” Pete baits.
“Well, I could do that, but we’re kind of busy up here with Rem,” Riley grumbles.
“Will you both excuse me for a second? I believe that, over there, is mine,” Pete says, pointing at Brooke’s sister.
