Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Jackson,” Jagger snarled.
“What? That was nice.” He pointed to himself. “That was me being nice.”
I laughed, tears falling down my face as my eyes shifted back to Aiden. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I jumped into his arms, feeling like I was home.
The Pierce’s were my home, they’d always been my home.
This was the beginning of our love story.
For the next sixteen months, we planned our wedding. Aiden didn’t hold back when it came to the cost. Even when I said it wasn’t necessary, he’d buy it.
The man knew no bounds when it came to spending his hard earned cash. He pretty much made it rain money on the daily for the best caterer, DJ, venue, you name it, we had it.
He made sure of it.
The boys still hadn’t taken the genetic test for the Frontotemporal Dementia gene, but I knew they would on their own time. We didn’t want to pressure them. It was a lot to take in.
We discussed their mom often, or at least Jagger and I did. Jackson was a different story. He was the closest to her, and I think a huge part of him struggled with the fact he didn’t say goodbye to her.
He covered up his anger the same way he always did, terrorizing the shit out of Harley. They were now fifteen and the little shit had a different girl come to the house every week. He was horrible.
While Jagger was the golden child, Journey was the wild one. The time would eventually come when baby girl would have boys knocking down doors for her, killing her daddy in the process.
“Dayum, Miss Thang, look at you!” Danté hollered, grabbing my hand to make me twirl. “That man gonna be lookin’ at you like you’s a snack all day.”
“You’re horrible!”
“Hey, from the hood rat you were datin’ Sean to marryin’ Christian Grey.”
Yes, Skyler hooked Danté on her romance books too. Aiden never said anything about Sean when I asked him how he knew he was arrested other than he got what he deserved. I knew in my core, it was because of him going to Damien.
Aiden made the problem go away using his intelligence not his fists. He was fucking sexy in that way.
“Are you ready to become, Dr. and Mrs. Aiden Pierce?”
I nodded, knowing in my heart…
I was born ready.
<>Aiden<>
Noah called out, “You ready, old man?”
“Fuck you.”
“Bro, you’re almost forty-nine years old, and your wife to be is barely thirty-one. Can ya even keep up wit’ her anymore?”
“You’re such a dick.”
He grinned, “Listen, someone’s gotta remind you you’re old as fuck.”
“You know for my best man, you fuckin’ suck.”
After months of watching Camila, Eva, Skyler, and Danté plan our wedding, the day was finally here.
We were getting married on the beach and the reception was being held at a pristine, five-star venue downtown. I think half of North Carolina was in attendance between Camila’s family, who was at least a few hundred on their own, and my associates, staff, and extended family. We had about five hundred people on the guest list.
“Dad, you ready?” Jackson questioned, walking up to us.
“I am.”
And I was.
There wasn’t anything I wanted more in this world than to have Camila take my last name.
As soon as I saw my Tiny Dancer, coming down the sandy aisle to become Mrs. Pierce, all I thought about was how fucking lucky I was. My eyes never left her the entire time.
She was stunning.
Breathtaking.
All fucking mine.
Her hair was in soft waves pinned to the side of her head. She wore a white lacy gown that fit her petite body in all the right places down her body. Her train descending down the back of her gown was at least ten feet long. Blowing in the soft breeze coming off the water.
She was classy, elegant, and so goddamn sexy, making my cock twitch at the mere sight of her.
I smiled a reassuring smile as Mario placed her hand in mine.
“You take care of my baby.”
“Always,” I replied.
The minister proceeded, and once we got to exchange our vows, I peered deep into her eyes and stated what was in my soul.
“Faith, I was a lost, broken man until you. If it wasn't for your existence, I don't know where the kids and I would be. You took my children in and loved them like they were your own. You've shown me that I can love more than one person in my lifetime. You brought me out of the darkness and made me want to live in the light. You have made a huge impact on our lives, and I’ll be forever grateful to call you my wife. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise you I will spend forever showing you how grateful I really am that you came into our lives. You own my heart, body, and soul. I choose you, now and forever to be my everything.”