He takes one step inside, then stops and goes still.
Finally, he exhales. “Wow.”
“Wow to you too, Dad.” He definitely looks dashing in his tux.
“Well?” he says, holding out one arm. “Let’s go.”
“Let’s.”
Sasha hands me my bouquet, and I lay my hand on Dad’s arm. We walk down the stairs and into the garden outside. Emmett is standing by the arch, impossibly handsome in his black-and-white tux. My heart flutters, my belly doing a cartwheel. I lay a hand over where our baby is growing.
Huxley starts in with “Here Comes the Bride.”
And I start walking toward the love of my life.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Emmett
It’s been two weeks since our honeymoon in Mexico. My dream of taking Amy to an overwater bungalow in gorgeous French Polynesia has been postponed since she’s pregnant, and we don’t feel too comfortable being that far from home, just in case.
I look at the big box sitting on the kitchen counter. The housekeeper must’ve left it there. No huge black Amazon smirk on the outside. Hmm.
The address label says: Mr. and Mrs. Lasker. The sender is Silicone Dream. For some reason, the name sounds familiar, but I can’t quite place it.
Whatever. I get a box cutter and run it over the tape. Inside is a riot of pink, green and purple packing peanuts. Very girly. If the label didn’t have my name on it, I might’ve assumed the box was only for Amy.
I push the Styrofoam pieces around until my fingers touch something smooth and flat. I fish it out.
A sparkly purple box. Looks pretty high-end. Gold embossed swirly letters read, The Ultimate Kit: The Second Edition.
Huh. I pull the lid off—
Well, well, well.
Individually sealed sex toys gleam inside. Dildos. Vibrators in all shapes and sizes. Butt plugs. Blunt nipple clamps with electro attachments. Fur-lined cuffs. Flavored syrups. A silk blindfold. A scarlet flogger. And lots and lots of soft, slightly stretchy rope.
My blood heats as I think about what we can do with the items in the box. If Amy wants to get adventurous, I am all for it.
The door opens, and Amy walks in.
“Honey, I’m home!” she announces as she slips off her shoes.
“Welcome back,” I say with a huge grin.
“You look happy to see me.” She comes over and kisses me.
Before she can pull away, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer for another kiss. “I’m always happy to see you.”
She laughs, slightly breathless. “Especially happy.”
Her gaze shifts to the kitchen counter. “Oh my God. What is all—?” She laughs. “Did you order these?”
“No. I thought you did.”
“Nope. Not me.” Her face slowly scrunches. “Do you think it’s…your dad?”
Ugh. “No. He’s still in a snit over the wedding. Plus, if it had come from him, the box wouldn’t say Mr. and Mrs. Lasker.”