Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You’re not the first person to take a pregnancy test on their wedding day,” Daisy assured her.
Tildy wrinkled her nose. “Do you think he’ll know?”
“Well, he’s pacing outside the door,” Abby pointed out. “So, yeah, I think the cat’s out of the bag, hon.”
“Not Hawk! The minister!” Tildy whispered fiercely.
“He’s seen Hawk,” Daisy said helpfully. “He’s probably wondering why you don’t already have two or three.”
“Oh, God!”
“Don’t say that around him,” Daisy replied.
“Don’t worry about it,” Abby said. “He’s making an honest woman out of you. It’s fine.”
“Is he, though?” Sarah asked and reached for the stick. All four women leaned in and peered down at it.
“What’s that mean?” Daisy asked, never having taken one herself.
Sarah screamed, and Tildy fumbled the stick. Suddenly Daisy was drawn into a screaming, giggling mass of arms, perfume, and hairspray. The door burst open, and Hawk’s huge frame filled the doorway. Tildy broke free from the girls and flung herself at him.
Hawk swept her into his arms and held her tightly. “Yeah?” he asked quietly.
Tildy nodded into his broad chest.
Hawk beamed as Tildy stepped back and swiped a hand over her cheek. “You have to go,” she told him firmly.
He grinned at her. “Babe, I’ve already seen you. It’s too late.”
“I’m naked!” she hissed.
“This isn’t naked. You’re going to be naked, though. When I get you alone I’m going to-”
“Go!” she cried and pushed him out the door.
He laughed but complied. Tildy slammed the door and sagged against it. She was smiling, too.
“Dress!” Abby declared, snatching it off the bed. “Then we’ll fix your makeup again.”
Daisy tugged at her own dress as Tildy finished getting ready. Now that she was used to it, she kind of liked it. The heels were a little more than she was used to, but she’d manage. She smoothed her hair and tried to pretend there was nobody in particular she wanted to look nice for.
When Tildy was finally ready for her walk down the aisle, Abby and Daisy headed to the ballroom to snag some seats. Abby took the chair next to Tex in the front row, and Daisy sat beside her. She caught sight of Easy seated at the end of the row and cradling baby Hope in his arms. Well, if that wasn’t enough to make a girl’s panties melt, Daisy didn’t know what was. She tore her attention away from the two of them when music started.
Hawk and Shooter, looking damn fine in their tuxes, made their way up front and stood with the minister and waited for Sarah, who looked just as beautiful as Tildy in a very light pink dress. She grinned at her husband as she headed down the aisle. Daisy thought that must have been the look she’d had on her face when she’d gotten married herself. Shooter couldn’t take his eyes off his wife, and Daisy was glad to see it. They seemed like great people.
The march started, and Tildy appeared at the large, double doors. She looked a bit nervous, even though the room was hardly packed. It seemed Tildy and Hawk had only invited their closest friends and family. Maria sat next to Milo, probably to keep him in line during the ceremony, and there were a few other faces Daisy didn’t recognize.
Tildy began her slow walk down the aisle. Her nerves seemed to fade away, though, as she watched the man she was about to marry. In truth they looked as though they were the only two people in the entire world. Tildy reached the front and stood next to Sarah. Hawk reached out and took her hand to hold it during the ceremony. They exchanged rings and kissed to the applause of the small group watching them. Ushers cleared the folding chairs, so that Hawk and Tildy could dance under the twinkling white lights of the decorated hotel ballroom.
Daisy sipped some champagne and watched them, then she caught sight of Easy handing Hope back to Sarah. Sarah disappeared out of the ballroom, probably to feed her, and Daisy slipped up next to Easy. “You look nice,” she told him, gesturing to his suit.
He tugged at it uncomfortably. “I guess. Haven’t worn anything close to it since the Army,” he grumbled.
Daisy waited for him to say something about her dress, but he didn’t. Undeterred, she set her empty glass down on a nearby table. “Dance with me,” she said.
Easy looked stricken. “What?”
She sighed, irritated. “You heard me.”
“I don’t want to dance.”
“It’s a wedding. Everyone’s dancing. Even Milo.” Daisy pointed to the old man who was doing something alright, though even Daisy had to admit it was a stretch to call it dancing.
“Not interested.”
“No one’s going to notice. It’ll be fun. It’ll-”
“No,” he snapped and tried to walk away.
Daisy snagged his elbow and tugged him back. “How about a honeymoon, then?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him for effect.