“Sure did.” Shelby smiles up at him.
Heidi finally seems to relax.
When we have a moment alone, Marcel leans down and brushes his cheek against mine. “Thanks for not making Heidi feel bad about the interruption.”
“It didn’t bother me. I’d rather have her here, than Heidi worried about having someone watch the baby or miss the ceremony.”
He squeezes me tight. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you every day for the rest of our lives.”
“The world could burn around us, and I wouldn’t even notice as long as I’m in your arms.”
Teller
Club and family obligations mean I can’t duck out of our wedding and have my way with my wife—fuck it feels good to finally call her that—the way I want.
I still enjoy spending time with our guests. I’m able to introduce Charlotte to Margot and her father. Steer returned from Tennessee for the wedding and regales us with stories about how fucked up things are at our Deadbranch charter. Ice and his crew rode up from Virginia to spend the week. Chaser and Mallory, and a few other members of the Devil Demons, also made the trip. Priest congratulates us. I’m dreading a sit-down with him at some point, even though Rock told me not to worry about it today. Liam and Bree from my old neighborhood also came.
People we’ve known throughout different phases of our lives fill the loose, airy tents the guys helped me put together this week.
“Are you enjoying the day?” Hope stops and curls her hand around mine, then Charlotte’s. “Do you need anything?”
“No, Mom, we’re good.” I grin at her as she shakes her head.
“I’ll allow it since it’s your wedding day.” She sighs.
Rock joins us, holding Grace in his arms.
“What do you think, little sister?” I tease my finger over one of the puffy sleeves of her dress. “Are you having fun?”
“Yeth.” She grins at me.
“Hard to believe she’ll be an aunt in a few months,” Hope says, a smile flickering over her lips.
I catch Rock’s eye. “Nah, seems about right.”
Charlotte and I continue circulating through our guests, but as the night goes on, we’re drawn to hanging out with my New York brothers.
“You look spiffy.” I run my gaze over Dex’s tailored pants and button-up shirt under his cut. “I’m honored you dressed up for us.”
“I’m not a total heathen.”
Grinder walks over and holds out his hand, giving mine a quick shake. “Never thought I’d see this day, Teller. Congratulations.” He leans in to give Charlotte a quick kiss on the cheek and they step away to talk for a bit.
Murphy joins us, holding a now sleepy baby Brittany. Dex reaches out and traces his fingertip over my niece’s cheek with a fond smile curving his lips. “Tire yourself out, little one?”
“It was like she was waiting for the right moment to let loose,” I say.
“True story,” Murphy says. He turns to me. “You mind if I take her inside?”
“Of course not,” Charlotte says, returning to my side. “Things are still all set up in Alexa’s room if you want to chill there.”
“Thanks, ginger twinny.” He leans in and kisses Charlotte’s cheek before leaving.
“You don’t have to be the hostess on your wedding day,” I whisper to Charlotte.
She flicks her eyes skyward. “Don’t meddle in the affairs of gingers, husband dear.”
Dex cough-laughs and pounds on his chest. “You’re something else, Charlotte.”