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  “Everyone knows that,” Jensen informed him. “Like everyone.”

  “Poor Brie,” Wells teased and Jensen chuckled.

  “Right?” Vaughn added.

  Again, the kitchen was filled with laughter from three guys who grew up together and who had continued to be brothers for the last fifteen years. There was never a dull moment with them. If they weren’t laughing, they were fighting, or they were crying. They were brothers. And while, now, all of them were older, probably not a bit wiser, they were still the best of friends.

  All Jensen could think was that he was living a dream.

  The same best friends?

  And the girl he had loved just as long as he had known them, and a kid on the way?

  Yeah. It was all just too good to be true.

  “Mom, I want to go hang in the room with the guys.” Her mother rolled her eyes, taking a big gold bow from the stack of bows Wren was holding and tying it to the pew. “Isn’t there someone else who can do this?”

  Elaine shot her an evil look. “You think if that were the case, I would have asked you? Everyone is getting the reception ready since everything was late getting here. Wren, please, just help me.”

  “Fine,” she groaned, but her feet were killing her. There was no way she was going to make it in these insanely high heels Wells had insisted she wear with her suit. Which was all a little tighter that morning. She probably should have skipped that packet of Snickers she snuck when Jensen was hanging with the guys this morning. Maybe she should listen and take better care of her body before she turned into a whale. “Mom, these shoes suck,” she complained, kicking them off.

  “I told Wells they weren’t gonna work. You’re damn well pregnant!”

  “This is true,” Wren agreed as she moved with her mom, putting bows everywhere.

  “Just go barefoot, and if he complains, I’ll throw them at him.”

  Wren’s lips quirked as she giggled. “Ah, you’ll inflict pain on your favorite for me?”

  Elaine glared back at her. “I’m not doing that with you, Wren. You’re my favorite.”

  “I know, Mom,” she said sweetly as they continued to hang the bows.

  “Did you talk to Emma?”

  “I did,” Wren said with a grin tugging at her mouth. “Antoine is doing much better today. No fever thus far, but they’re keeping a close eye on him.”

  “Good, that’s what she told me, and Dad texted Ant too, heard the same thing. I know Jensen was worried.”

  Wren nodded. “Worried is one word. I don’t see him freak out often, but when he does, it’s scary.”

  “Oh, I’m sure. He is his daddy’s boy.”

  “And his mom’s.”

  “Right? And mine, hell,” she laughed, and Wren chuckled. “He’s a good boy, really good boy.”

  “The best,” Wren decided.

  “I walked in right on time, eh?”

  Turning, she found Jensen coming toward her dressed in a slick black suit that was tailored to his body and made him completely scrumptious. His hair was smoothed to the side, his face free of stubble while his brown eyes sparkled as he drank her in. She wasn’t sure she was sold on the whole pregnant woman in a suit idea, but she had to admit, she was cute. It didn’t fit her the way it fit Jensen, but she did love that she didn’t have to wear a bow tie, leaving the first couple buttons open to show off her chest. Her hair was in big, beautiful curls down to her shoulders, while her makeup was dramatic and beautiful, capped off by dark red lips.

  She was feeling herself.

  She was feeling Jensen more, but then, he was a hundred shades of gorgeous.

  “What right time? We aren’t talking about you,” she teased as he wrapped her up, smiling down at her belly.

  “Sure, you aren’t.”

  “Nope, we were talking about these bows.”

  He laughed as he kissed the side of her mouth, sending hot waves of lust through her whole body with just the simple motion. “Well, that’s disappointing. I needed an ego boost. Wells said my ass looks big in these pants, and I blame it on you and all the Snickers I eat to keep you from eating them.”

  Laughing out loud, she shook her head. “Your ass is beautiful.”

  “It is,” Elaine added, and Wren sputtered with laughter.

  “Ew! Creepy cougar!”

  Elaine scoffed with laughter. “Please.”

  But Jensen was beet red. “Is your mom hitting on me?”

  Still laughing, Wren shook her head as she handed her mom a bow. “She’s losing her mind.”

  “I am,” Elaine decided. “And aren’t you supposed to be helping Wells, Winston, and Vaughn with taking all the boxes into the reception area? Oh, and did someone make sure they grabbed the Céline Dion CD from the counter? Alex wanted it to be authentic from his childhood.”

  “This wedding is so damn cliché,” Wren muttered, and Jensen laughed.

  “Yes, I grabbed it and got it to the DJ. I was doing that, but then I saw my beautiful wife and obviously needed a kiss.”

  “Obviously,” she gushed before pressing her mouth to his. “Take me with you,” she mouthed as they parted, and he smirked back at her.

  “Nope, enjoy the bows,” he teased before kissing her once more and heading back down the aisle and out of the room.

  “That man is smitten with you, Wren. You are a lucky lady.”

  “I know,” she said as an exhale, her lips turning up. “Mom, I’m hungry.”

  “You’re always hungry. We’re done, but listen. Before you run off in the search for whatever you’ll go find to eat, please fill the vases with that gold glitter for the becoming one ceremony.”

  A blank look came over her face. “Do you know how insane this is getting?”

  Elaine just looked at her. “You have no clue, but since you didn’t give me a wedding to plan, here we are.”

  Wren scoffed as Elaine took the empty bow box from her and pointed to the other box with glitter inside before disappearing out the back. Curling her toes into the carpet of the venue, Wren looked up and smiled. The altar was completely insane with big white flowers and glitter adorning it, while a huge W and A—made of glitter, of course—were hung in the middle. It was beautiful, but she didn’t get why her brother wanted so much glitter. He usually wasn’t this sparkly. Or maybe it was Alex? Who knew.

  Nevertheless, her mother had done a beautiful job, and Wren sort of wished she had given her mom a chance to plan her wedding. But the thought made her laugh. She didn’t even want a wedding six months ago. She had just wanted a husband, but she got more than that.

  She got her future.

  Pulling out her phone from her handy pocket, probably the best thing about the suit, she clicked Jensen’s name.

  Wren: We should plan a wedding when Gunner gets here.

  Jensen: I’m sorry, who is this? It says this text is from my hot-ass wife, but my hot-ass wife doesn’t do weddings.

  She laughed, the room filling with the sound, and she almost didn’t believe it.

  Wren: Right? I must be drunk.

  Jensen: Or you have a sugar high since I found your empty bag of miniature Snickers.

  Wren: Those were my mom’s.

  Jensen: That you ate, in the bath.

  Wren: I have no clue what you’re talking about.

  Jensen: Sure you don’t.

  When she sent him the wacky emoji, he sent back a peach with a hand beside it, which meant he was going to get her ass. Within seconds, she was hot as she giggled and texted him back.

  Wren: Promise?

  Jensen: Name the place and time.

  Wren: Here, now

  Jensen: Not fair. I’m unloading packs of glitter with your dad, while your mom yells at us because Vaughn decided to throw some on me and Wells. It’s in my nose and my mouth, Wren. I might kill him today.

  Sputtering with laughter, she shook her head.

  Wren: Fine, rain check?

  Jensen: Yup, like tonight, me and you.